Ponies

Ponies

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ALYSSA DONT DELETE THIS by rylie I walked into my house to find TWO LITTLE PONIES prancing around eating cupcakes. I was scared for my life.. so I pulled out my rifle and started shooting. BRRRR CHING CHERRR the gun goes as I call the po po. "THERE IS MY LITTLE PONIES IN MY HOUSE" I scream trying not to pee my pants. "We don't accept prank calls. Disrespectful" the police man said hanging up. I run away and get some security from downstairs. "OMG THESE ARE PONIES!!" The security says as their eyes turn light green. "MY LIRTLR PONY E E EE EEEE" they scream. I am in jail because the police thought I summoned the ponies and the ponies killed twelve police officers. I stole Alyssa's Phone and wrote this byeeeee (follow her please idk how this works)
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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