Bad Girl Trouble

Bad Girl Trouble

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 8, 2015
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'Marta! Marta! Marta! Marta! EERR Marta! .... MARTA JONALIN CHIRSTINA STONES!!!!!!' so thats pretty much me... 'Marta, you are so much in trouble..' said my pity brother, 'if they could catch me... see ya amigo' and yes i throwed chocolate milk at him..'MARTA!!!!' so who am i, you just heard it. i'm Marta Jonalin Chirstina Stone, and i'm Bad Girl Trouble...... pace...
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"Luce, I need to tell you something" Jax said in a soft voice. "Oh no you don't! You say a word and I will send my panda-corns to maul you!" I threatened because I knew what he wanted to tell me and I didn't want to hear it. I never wanted to hear it. "Panda-corns? Seriously Luce" he laughed. I just shrugged and turned to walk away. The chocolate cake I knew was in the fridge was calling to me and I intended on answering its calls. My mouth watering at the thought. But before I managed to move two steps away, an arm grabbed my shoulder and I shuddered from the sparks that erupted through my body. "Luce. I'm your..."Jax began. But before he could say that one word I despised I tore from his grasp screaming "For Narnia!" before bolting out the back door. So I'm Lucille Sanders and I'm not your average 18 year old girl. Because well I guess you could say I was a little insane. Oh and I may happen to be a werewolf but who really cares about that? I may also have a mate. Eww the word even tastes foul in my mouth. But I don't care about that either. I don't want a mate. Because to have a mate is to give your heart to one guy and that's more dangerous than a game of Russian Roulette. So yeah I don't ever want to hear someone say mate to me. So yeah follow my story to see exactly how I try to play hide and seek with fate and hide from the one guy who's bound to just fudging say "Mate!"

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