Waking up on a thurday mmrning Rachel started to scream. 'KUUUUUUURT'. THIS ANOYED HER NEIGHBIURS A LOT SO THEY RAN INT9O HER APPAR5TNE6NT WITH A SHOVEL FORM THE LOCAL SHOVE;L SHOP. 'SHUT UP NO ONE LIKES YOU' CRIED CRAZY JOE FROM THE HARMACY DOWN THE STREET WHERE CORY / COREY WORKED. RACHEL HAD BEEN AB VITCIM TO HIS SABUES BEFORE. 'PLEASE STOP BULLYING ,ME YOUR OLD AND SAD'. THEN THEY HAD A FIST FOGHT.. THAT'S WHEN ryan came home. Rachekl froze/ .
'ryan?'
'omg hi Rachel what are you doing her e'
'I kive here'
Wjat ' no'
'yeah whats worng with that'
Ive been ' highered to blow this place up'
What/
Ryan grabbed bwefroe the hosue belw and crazy joe diedl
'ive been looking for tyo'
Why
'youll seiee...'
To be cont.....
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Soooo yeh lol.
lik i said am just tryn summit new. i don wanna be that icarky girl nymor.
dont get me wron i still LOVEmy ICARKY Fic!!!!! But idk i juzt wanna be taken more seriously in this community???
Idk. Plese understand that i am SOOOOO gr8ful for evrything yall've doen for me in the past years but if i evr wanna to be the authur ive always dreamed of i just idk i gotta try more thing.s and new fandums are the way too that.
'dont spill the beans till'ya've burned a few in your scotch' lol i live by gandis words. ahah. that quote has reelly helped me threw som shit thees past few months and i hop e they help all of you strugling out there.
AnywAe please no hate. XCONSTRUGTIVE CRTITISISM ONLY PLEASE!
I love all my lovelies but i totes understand if you unfollow me :'( i know most of u came for ICARKY nd its totes unfair of me to branch out like this.
Sorrry again.
Love,
Niamh xxxXxXxx
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RaChl(GLEE)xRyANn(DG)xcORy EveNz(GOYBIG! Xxx)fEAT. KuRt.Crpssover fic!AU!
FanficRcahel coudlnt believe her luck. She had found it. After ad=ll these years. The guniea pig face of NYADA. It had been a year sicne kurt had gone missing and all she hasd was her dreams and her famound NI boi corye evena =. That's when she met ryan...
