Chapter 1: The Funeral Party

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Hey,

So... yesterday, my Mum died. She fell into a river and she couldn't swim. She then was hit by a car. so we think its only necessary that today we have her funeral. Its been 5 days since she passed so we think its a good time to have her funeral. The theme is cowboys, so dress up maybe.

Cordially,

Your friend George

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wish you were here

Love from Russia

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Your friend george.


The time was 11:20 pm. You put your cowboy boots on your (hair colour) hair, (freckles if you have them),   your (bright/not bright) (your eye colour) eyes, (and shirt if you have one or maybe a dress if you prefer maybe actually one of those cowboy jumpsuits and suspenders as you are supposed to be dressing as a cowboy). Its 11:20pm. Five minutes until George's mother's funeral party. 

You know how crazy George's mom is, so you cant wait to see what crazy things she does at her funeral. And hey, maybe dream will be there. "Oh dream, when will you ever notice me" you say to yourself in the mirror like an actual saddo.

Suddenly, your clock starts beeping

"Five o clock!?!? Im late!!!"

You rush outside of your flat into the pouring rain, coat only barely on your (body, if you have one), and get inside the taxi you called six hours ago.

"Hey, hey! Look who finally arrived!" Said the taxi driver in English, looking at you through the mirror thing that cars have.

"Sorry, sorry, I was having this mega shit" you lie, unprepared to tell this complete stranger that you were actually thinking of dream.

"Oh, aha, I had a shit too!" Laughed the taxi driver. You laugh too, to avoid creating an awkward situation. Suddenly, you realise why you could smell shit when you entered the taxi.

Finally, you arrived at the venue. Its Wilbur's house, and only a few people had started to arrive, including you.

You knock on the door, and sapnap answers. He was wearing jeans, a shirt, a cowboy jacket, and a cowboy hat. You think he looks cute, but you know that you don't like him that way.

"Heyy! Look who it is!!! Come inside, so far its just me, george and his mom here," he said, inviting you inside the house with windows and maybe a door with a chimney. This was Wilbur's house.

As you walk into the house you see George, who was wearing a blue hoodie and a magenta skirt with teeth. You greeted him with a handshake. His hand was freezing cold and much oozing with sticky liquid.

"Heyyy george!!!" George doesnt say because that wouldn't make sense. You said that bit.

"Heyyy y/n hows it hanging!!" Welcome to the party! He says, his cheeks,glim.er..,.

"Eyy its gate!!" You say "wheres your mom at?"

"Ayy yaknow, shes being lazy again, lying in that wooden box over there" he laughs, bouncing.

"Oh typical George's mom!!" You both laugh.

You went to get a drink from the bathroom when suddenly Wilbur bursts open the front door, carrying a crate of beer. "Ayyy!" He hollered, "welcome to the crib" he says to wilbur "ty bro" he says too. He drinks the beers then sits down on top of the wooden box. He started crying uncontrollably. Everybody laughed and cheered their drink.

Then suddenly, that was when you saw him: Dream. He had wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Immediately, you fall in love with this strange man who was sitting across the room. 

"Whos that strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes?" You ask George's  Mom. Rudely, she doesn't answer. Then you realised shes dead and then it makes sense. So instead you ask george who the strange man who was sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes was.

"George, who's that strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes?" You ask geogre.

George responds, "who? Do you mean that strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes? Because that strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes is Dream,"

"Really, thats the strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes?"

"Yes, the strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes is called dream. He is a strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes,"

"Wow, what a strange man who is sitting across the room with wavy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes"

Dream, you think to yourself, what a beautiful name. Then you decide to walk over to the strange man called dream. Half way there, you get scared and collapse. Darkness.

To be comtinued...



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