Wolf Girl
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WpMetadataReadTerminé lun., mai 11, 2015<5 mins
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Once upon a time, there was a neighborhood named the Ashley Wellington Family. It was a very nice neighborhood but a little different, the person who owned the company was a witch and only people inside the neighborhood knew. There was a family named the Gettysburg. They never fought and always talked things out, their garden was like a maze, their house smelled like a fresh flower, they were perfect! All the neighbors were jealous. They had a secret meeting with the witch, they begged and begged and begged the witch to do something to the family to be imperfect until the witch gave up. The witch made a blue position and put it in a drinking bottle. The witch sent the gift to the daughter of the Gettysburgs. Gettysburg Daughters P.O.V. While I was at home I saw a bottle with blue water my dad always got me different drinks he got me a pink one yesterday he's sooo nice! Today I'm going to stone mountain I am 17 so my dad is being really nice for some reason. Pt 2 next.
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Two figures walked up to the house and stopped in front of the fence. Scarlett shuffled closer to the figures to be able to hear what they were saying. She didn't know who they were, but if they lived in that mansion they were probably rich. And if they were rich that meant they'd have money. Money to pay debts. She hid behind a large trashcan and spied on the figures. It was a boy and a girl; with the girl in a wheelchair. And luckily, she could hear their voices. 'I'm not sure about this, are you sure you're going to be okay?', the boy asked the girl. 'No,' she replied as she suspiciously scanned the area and sniffed her nose. 'There's someone out there,' she said eventually. The boy looked around, confused, and smiled. 'It's probably just a stray cat.' 'No,' the girl said again, 'I know this scent.' Scarlett tensed and held her breath. What did she meant when she said she knew that scent? The girl pushed her wheelchair away from the fence, away from the house and the boy obediently followed. 'I told you, it's probably nothing.' Scarlett hid her head behind the trashcan and took off her backpack. There she reached for her collapsible sword. It slowly started to rain and Scarlett cursed silently to herself. This would blur her hearing senses. She could hear the girl approach as she was mumbling to herself. 'Where have I smelled this scent before? Where- Who?' Scarlett released her breath, closed her eyes and let the adrenaline kick in. She took off the cloth from her face. This girl had money, everything else didn't matter. She walked out of the shadows while the rain started pouring down on her. The boy and girl looked up at her in surprise and sharpened their attention. Her face wasn't too be seen, as she wore a large hood over her head and a cloth covering her face. Once she was close enough, she pulled out a small object that collapsed into a large sword and raised her chin challenging. 'I'm going to need your money.

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