Garethstrangethings Stories

ɢᴀʀᴇᴛʜ ꜱᴛ | ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "Mr. Emerson," Mr. Widgers started, playing with the chalk in his hands, "I think you have a perfectly f...