i really want this fanfic to end but probably it's long (really long) before it does so im going to start little by little with writing bc sometimes when im so absorbed with writing i get this blank thought in my head, dont be mad when i update so short, please, just appreciate it :)
So i wasnt expecting a high raised meat bacon right in front of me as the light oil slids down the food.
Oh holy jesus christ! im starving for breakfast! Ready to eat......
but this is an elegant high perform mansion in which is a little pushing me back to my chair once i imagined myself standing up and grab the whole tray of beacon then shoved the whole thing right down my throat.
I would have weird stares from them. And maybe they'd kick me out.
I don't want them to kick me out.
So, I let them all go first before me, and to the point where I started to worry that my stomach would grumble. I wish it wouldn't
"So, Ella." Arrow's mom said. "What've you been up to lately?"
"I've been shooting." I answered quickly. "I mean, the shooting --- photography."
"ahh" she said. "I see."
There was a moment of silence, and it grew me longing to think how in the world can my stomach handle the pain.
"You know what?" She said.
"Yes?"
"My son here likes to pose."
"um..."
"And i was wondering if you could do a little photoshoot on him --- no hassle."
I didn't really know how, or why, "sure."
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Fanfiction[Heavy editing needed, not recommended due to lack of inspiration and common mistakes.] Pettifilla: the girl with the unique name, struggling her life in a public university as weird as it sounds her dream job is simply to be a photographer. Because...