•sequel to glitched•
Two years after the destruction of the Machine (and in turn, the destruction of the world as we know it) humankind has adapted to survive- forming large gangs that were constantly at war with one another in the fight for food a...
So I'm gonna get my hair died but because of the whole Corona thing, it might have to be pushed back. ☹️☹️ so that sucks.
Also idk why I'm putting the note at the beginning now, I just am. Now imma be annoying and add pictures because I'm me.
This is how I'm getting my hair dyed:
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And this i just wanted to share lol
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Okay I promise I'll get on with the story now.
••• District_220 year 02 post great shock •••
Emma POV
"Take me to yourrr leaderrr," I slur, head spinning.
"That's actually what I'm doing, darling. It would go a lot faster if you stopped trying to jump on my back." The man who was pushing me along the dirt path grumbled, with slight annoyance in his voice.
"But I like piggy back rrrrrides," I whine, dragging my feet.
"How hard did you hit her?" Another guy speaks up with amusement, my friend Logan swung unconscious over his shoulder. Aw, look how cute he looks, like he's sleeping. But without the nightmares. I just wanna boop his nose. I giggle, thinking of how it would wrinkle in that way of his.
"Obviously not hard enough," the guy behind me says dryly, shoving me roughly forward.
I stumble. "Pushing isn't nice." "I heard," he snaps, pushing me again to make a point. I pout, disgruntled.
"You know you could just give her a piggyback ride? I mean, she isn't exactly what you'd call ugly. Quite the opposite actually. If the circumstances were different..."
"If they were different. They're not."
I don't even know what the bad men are talking about, but I'm past the point of caring. All I wanna do is chase all those pretty white butterflies into the distance. Look at them fly.... "Can you catch me a butterfly?" I ask the guy behind me, turning and widening my eyes pleadingly.
