POV: JoJo Siwa
I've done it, I've finally done it. I've just run as fast as I possibly could, to another city, country, state, world. I've escaped my "fame". I was free. Ive always wanted to be me, Joelle Joanie Siwa, not JoJo Siwa. As much as I adore my fans, I need to breath. Having every part of your life documented and not being to take a piss without an article being written about it is honestly tiring. But now, I can do anything I want, except kill people. That's just wrong and kinda gross if I'm being honest.
I'm in some sort of field, a flower field. It's full of different shades of purples and sometimes pinks, with beautiful shades of green as well. The sky was a light blue with the fluffiest clouds being placed here and there, like god asked Bob ross to paint the sky today. There was a pond in the distance, I heard some music and humming coming from it.
POV| No one, 3rd person n i c e
Jojo walked towards the sound, it was calling her name. That persons tunes were like nothing shes ever heard before, and certainly nothing she would be able to make herself. As she went closer the sound of the humming got louder, yet not loud enough to hurt her fragile ears. But she wasn't prepared for the shock that hit her when the man turned around
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Would You Like A Bow? |Jesus x Jojo siwa| JoJesus
FanfictionThe flowers were the color of the "early morning breeze" lysol can. The grass, the color of plastics enemy the sea turtle. Walking along side the bees you see someone in the distance. You notice their long, wavy silky hair, their robe made out of...
