Only now when I look back do I realise that this was terrible and I am a terrible writer. Can you hear that? That's the sound of all my dreams of possibly being a writer in the future being hit by the Avada Kadavra, kadabra or whatever it was and being flushed down the toilet.
Expectation: True literature worthy of Shakespeare
Reality: Chapter 3
So as you have probably guessed I am discontinuing the story, neglecting it, oh I'm going to fanfic prison aren't I? Life sucks.
But thank you to the -what was it nine?- people who subjected themselves to this torture.
I'm telling you a joke that you find very funny (that's how I say goodbye)
My common sense: You usually say goodbye to nobody?
Me: ...*sobs uncontrollably*
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I Knew You Were Trouble (Percabeth)
FanfictionAnnabeth Chase the rich girl from the suburbs, thinks she has it all; a loving father, two younger brothers, a handsome boyfriend, a rich family with a great future ahead of her. Until it all goes downhill at her boyfriend's hands, the bad boy Luke...
