Necromancy is the Vain of my Existence

Necromancy is the Vain of my Existence

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Such bad. Much bad. Very bad. ... I should not have been allowed to even touch a keyboard when I was 13 =.= -------------- Ian is my least favorite person...EVER!!!! But then we're both trapped in a Walmart controlled by my evil half sister Rachel...Oh god this is going to be horrible...Especially when we're joined by a bossy dragon who not only doesn't know what Walmart is but likes to treat me like her servant and...likes to try to kill Ian...Okay...maybe that part isn't so bad...
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note: this was written by my thirteen year old self highest -- #177 in Science Fiction // From Awkward Stars: "Idiots, how did we loose a sixteen year old in a glass room?!" a voice silences them all. I slip out of my corner and into the now empty hallway, shutting the doors behind me. I race as fast as I can away from that interrogation room and tears stream down my face. I've tried so hard to be good. I've tried so hard to fit in. What have I done to deserve this? Lost in thought, I can't look where I'm going. My face connects with a human-feeling thing. "Emma?" Tyler asks and states. I look up into his cold eyes. "You?" I push past him, slamming my shoulder on his. Pain spikes through me, but all I can think about is getting out of here. There are black dots in my vision. I hear yells and calls after me, but they are faded. I burst through the first door I find. A mob of people await me, but they aren't about to arrest me. I collapse into the nearest persons chest. "Get her back to headquarters." xxx UPDATED EVERY SINGLE MONDAY FOR #AWKWARDMONDAYS

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