We got to work right away, straight after we had food. I write the story on why I should be "Their CHOSEN One" a bit like Jesus. lol. and Jack corrects it, checks the spelling and helps me with fancy words, I am a good journalist on my own but Jacks like a computer doing the auto correct and things like that I suppose. oh Jolly old Jack. Always there to lend a hand!
I write a good Seven a4 sheets and Jack and I send them in the post. we were right on the nick of time because the postman just pulled up to collect mail!
The postman was called Alex. he was weird-ish he had a mob hairdoo. it was very bushy. his hat didn't stay on properly. that's all I can say about him.
we just had to wait now, I guess.
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The Poster
FanfictionLOTS OF BAD WORDS!!!! This is about at girl called Beth with a love to read.. She loves to visit this local newsagents. But one day she gets a poster. A magical poster. She is left with a huge task from her beloved friend Jack, will se be able to ma...
