Emperor for a Night
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This is a story I wrote for English class not too long ago, and I wanted to share it on here~ (It is really a long strip of text-which would suck to read-but I cut it up to make it easier)
Hope you enjoy!
--Wyatt is not having such a wonderful time in highschool.
Let's see:
Practically failing every class? Check.
The entire school pretty much despising you? Check.
And especially, having no girlfriend, as in, ever before? Check...
You could simply say Wyatt is quite unfortunate.
But, things are going to change for him...
Just imagine a world, a perfect world, where none of these problems didn't exist...though, it isn't what you'd expect. ;)
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