"Just wanted to ask you to return to camp with me." He wasnt smiling. Neither was I. "And...clean yourself while your at it, love." I didnt answer. Just pushed my back off the tree, took my sword out of it and left. Sword in hand. I smirked. Confident. Unmarked. New. Changed. This is for the best.
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After I showered I put on a black tank top, black leather pants, and black boots. I finaly decided to wear the black cloak I found on my bed recently. Probably not a good choice...but whatever, besides...YOLO. I told you I changed.
All this paired with my black, heeled, combat, comfortable boots. I love them! They are so long that I can store thousands of knives in them! YAY!!!
Peter should rethink taking Newt. Now.
I put on some mascara and eyeshadow that I found I found in the chest. I remembered how to do it after the Changeling. Then I put my hair in a fishtail and added a few flowers. Beautiful. This is the new me. I will really enjoy this new me.
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I stepped out of the cabin. Peter started a bon fire. Either mocking me from earlier, or mourning the dissapearence of his two new Lost Boys.
Many heads turned as I stepped into the clearing. Good.
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Amoung The Shadows
FanficWhat if Wicked failed to reach the Gladers. What if they were saved by a legend. A legend whose true colors are yet to be discovered...
