queens gambit::teen wolf::void

queens gambit::teen wolf::void

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❝ welcome to hell we have been awaiting your arrival your hotel number is 13 and please avoid the falling glass screams are constant and yours should be heard your sins are not redeemable there is no heaven if you wish to contact our head of department he's wreaking havoc in beacon hills❞ This is in no way related to real life, Louis Tomlinson is just a face claim, my character's are original, idea rights go to @heavydirtystiles this is in no connection to character on arrow oliver queen, they simply share a name. ❝trying to behave, but you know, we never learned how❞
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Scribbling on a torn piece of notebook paper in class, I check every few seconds to confirm Misses isn't looking my way. Can't risk getting a bad mark on the first day of secondary school. 'who is everyone whispering about?' I pass the note to my best friend Chloe. 'Louis Tomlinson.' She wrote back. I scrunch my face and re-read the note. I glance over at her as she fans herself exaggeratedly. Misses stands from her desk and turns around to write something on the board. I drown out the putrid noise of chalk scratching as I write a response. 'who is Louis Tomlinson?' ... I often dream about going back in time and warning myself. But I doubt it would change the outcome. i've made these choices. And as much as it hurts to admit it, i'd make them again even knowing the hell it would cause. I love you, you know. { Olivia Madison's first year of secondary school, commonly referred to as high school, was supposed to be her first step into maturity and adulthood. Little did she know that what started out as an innocent crush would end up changing the course of her life. A few spontaneous decisions is all it takes for hatred and forgiveness to become an everyday battle in her life. "I hate you, I hate you not." }

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