Trolling Myself

Trolling Myself

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Astoria will always be a writer at heart, but that doesn't mean she was good at what she did. When Astoria was merely a teenager, she wrote four chapters of an incomplete novel. She knew that it was the greatest thing in the world, and soon, she would be a famous author. Sadly, times changed. As Astoria became older, her mind warped into something cruel. Dreams boiled down to reality; rainbows and unicorns began to disappear. Now, what's left of Astoria is a wrinkly hag who loves to steal cookies from little kids. Older Astoria is more pedantic about her writing. Therefore, she finds her old works positively revolting. Grabbing a time-machine and a bag of popcorn, she travels back in time to meet her old friend, Younger Astoria, to have a little chat. This is a story about adventuring through broken similes and ugly sentence structures, finding friendships, facepalms, and other philosophical thingamabobs. It is quite the spectacle.
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Abby brings a cardboard cutout of Elliot and places it before me. "Okay now, just start insulting him. Let it all out" Edie says. "Okay." I let out a breath "I can do this" I crack my hands and begin "Listen here you dehydrated vegetable. You're the worst human being on this planet. You're really the biggest asshole. You're a knobhead! A shitbag! An arsebadger! A twatwaffle!" I stop to catch my breath and then continue "You know what? On second thought, people clap their hands when they see you. They clap them over their eyes. You are the reason God created the middle finger. I'm jealous of people who haven't met you." and just like that, I'm right in front of him saying all this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What happens when Blair, an 18 year old girl who's rough around the edges, starts bickering with the school's most popular, cold hearted, jerk Elliot? Read to find out :)

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