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"Mum I don't want to go the the ball." "Well you have to go you can't let Nora go alone." "She won't be alone all our friends will be there." "And that's exactly why you should go." "But you know I hate dressing up all fancy pansy with my hijab all frilly or glittery. You know I hate wearing heels more than anything in the world even more than Giggle and hoot." "yeah I know how much you hate heels and that is why I bought these for you," she said while pulling a converse box out from behind her. She opens it to show white lace ballerina converse that will go perfect with my mask. I squeal and hug her grabbing the box out of her hands to try them on and... "they're a bit to big." 👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 This is going to be my first official book on wattpad please give me feedback and tell me what you think I can do better.

Poor little crazy, she fell from own trap. Over-rated is boring she said. Over-rated is old-fashioned. Over-rated, she fell.

Every night she gets closer. Every night is one night closer to death. Every night I have to sit there and wait for death, unable to do anything about the inevitable.

Fanchat Pink Fantasy Sub Unidad SHY Cancion: 12 O'Clock