You know how everything starts to fall around you and you remember something halarious that brings you back to life. Say like cracker jack boxes, yeah cracker jack boxes. Also possibly playing minecraft with your friends. Yes its all fun and games untill someone gets hacks and blows up your perfect replica of Laputa the floating castle in the sky. Now I was pissed and leave it to one sneak to get past my knights.
My knights or gaurds on my land were of course my best friends. When any of us were on any other of our lands we made sure everything was in order. Such as we made sure nobody was using hacks and if they did we spawnd them in an prison. Well that was freshman year, and one of my knights has moved away and it seems the other doesn't talk much anymore.
Here and now is all anyone says that matters. Truthfully its the past that shapes us wether we like it or not, but being human we can either be as predictable as mother nature or as insane as the earth's orbit. Take it or leave it.
It was 4:30 on a Wednesday as I woke up and I was ecstatic there was no marching band practice after school today. That ment I could get as weird as I wanted with my outfit.
"Lets see" I mumbled to myselfAbout ten minutes later I walk into the kitchen dressed and my wardrobe never fails to humor my mother.
For starters I had on fake blue glasses on, a plad vest with chibi animals on my shirt, blue jean short kapris that still had paint on them, my socks were black and white striped with a red stripe at the top and they were knee high socks (my favorite kind), my shoes were some off brand converse that were camouflage and I put rainbow shoe laces on them. Last but not least my hunger games neaclace hung down to my chest. I was ready for another day at purgatory.
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And hi..I guess so I guess im writing about school now since I have no ideas for The Black Blood Witch book. I hope you like this book I am truly trying hard to work on it :) till later
--RedHarpie
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The School Crew
RandomEvery school has that one weird group of kids in that weird sorting system that makes sense to everyone. Thats why everyone stayed in their groups. Here are the stories of the "Weird ones", as i called us. That in its own is a complement.