Rada

So I think I’m procrastinating my real novel so I’m planning to write on here soon….

Hiiii

Yeah I’m deleting fight the words
          See ya

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I’ve been tinkering with random stuff with AI to make characters so I’m gonna put one up tell me what you think?

Hello guys. Im very much alive and not dead at all. How is everyone? Sorry for disappearing! Sending love to those who need it.
          
          I have a task for all of you, though
          Go to someone random, best friend, or enemy.
          Just give them a little bit of love.
          Tell them they’re doing great, life’s going well, it’s all gonna be fine.
          Because I know that if something isn’t right for them and you say that, it’s gonna make their hell a lot better.
          Just do that please, I try to do it for everyone and sometimes maybe a lot I kinda wish people did it back.
          Bye  

So I sent a message this morning that obviously didn’t go through but anyway HI I am very much alive sorta I guess??
          I wanted you guys to know that I’m still active on wattpad, but focus more on books that I want to properly publish MEANING I may re open “Fight The Words”
          
          With some (a lot) of editing of course
          
          How is everyone and QOD- Favourite season?
          Mines Autumn/Fall

Who wants a spoiler from my book that’s in *fingers crossed* hoping to become a real book??
          
          “Hey, Grey,” Jonas says, gently tugging on my braid for my attention. “I think I know your problem”
          
          I turn what was my bored expression into a semi-violent glare. “I have a problem? Mitchell, you’ve got some nerve-”
          
          Nadia snorts as he tries to defend himself. “No! I swear I just- just hear me out! You have…updog!”
          
          I turn my glare to full force as I face him and stand a step closer to him, my height making him force his chin up and I look at his face.
          
          “Mitchell…” I start slowly. “What in all of holy hell owned by bloody- freaking- Mary herself is updog? Eh? What’s updog?”
          
          Everyone is silent, until suddenly Jonas bursts out laughing. “Told you I could do it!” 
          
          I stare at him when it finally clicks. I groan and face palm as the rest join in the laughter. 
          
          When I look up, Carson and Jonas as high- fiving, Nadia is packing her lunch away and Jayde?
          
          He’s looking right at me.

So today a year ago our car was stolen and I was there…haha…fun…
          
          
          not an experience to remember I now look out the window constantly as if someone will rob us again is that trauma???

One night turns into more. But just how many?