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Hey gng, I won’t be here until Tuesday since I’m hoping on a skiing trip in the big mitten with my mom’s friend’s family. See u then <333
          
          Also I might post an art book

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Guys my English hw is due tonite at 12 but I’m not even supposed to be awake but instead of using this time to do my hw I’m on freakin wattpad.

Here's the desc.  for my Georgie fic to see if you interested :3
          
          
          "'     , '     '  .."
          
          In which, Sophie Wood needs an escape. Bullies, heartless parents, and betrayal was all that Sophie needed to call it quits. She wanted to jump off a roof, a bridge, a cliff. Whatever it would need to escape her horrific life. 
          
          One day, when she was 15, a stranger showed up at the doorstep. A stern lady, wanting to speak with Sophie. She spoke of this... This place. A place where people not so normal go. Where wizards and witches go. She laughed. Laughed at the lady, but she merely demonstrated that she wasn't lieing and Sophie shut up. Her parents weren't even listening. They simply said they would do anything to get rid of a burden like her. 
          
          She laughed at this place called Hogwarts. She laughed. She didn't laugh however, when she ran through a barrier that revealed a train to said school. She didn't laugh when she got to Hogwarts. And she most certainly didn't laugh when a certain redheaded boy's head is turned.. To Sophie.

Hey Lenna guess wat

Cuz I couldn’t fit the last paragraph:
          
          She took care of the house while he went out to kill those teens, to exploit their trauma and depression. She made chicken pot pie while he was finding ways to collide what he told her those troublemaking kids called the Abyss and the Rightside Up.
          
          She was still loyal.
          
          In fact, she was so trusted by Mr. Creel that he told her his plans to make the world a better place— the natural way, he said. He would break it, crush it into tiny little pieces, then build it back up. Reshape it better, stronger. “I believe we can achieve this by taking enough children,” he said one day, as he was eating his apple stuffed pork chops, a recipe from someone he knew that he placed in this world. “More vessels, more gates… if I could make those gates localized into one, we could invade easily. What do you think, Ms. Barnes?”

Chat, I’m making a creel story, and this is what I got. Should I continue it or is it buns?
          
          Mr. Creel was a kind man to his housekeeper, Elizabeth Laurel Barnes, and as she was obliged to, she returned that kindness with smiles, polite 'hello's or 'thank you, sir,'s or 'my pleasure, Mr. Creel,'s, and service. Every day, she would cook, clean, tend to the garden and playground, and tidy what needed to be tidied. Of course, she did this with no pay, considering this wasn't real at all, and this place was something Mr. Creel had created in his mind. She also wasn't real. Elizabeth was made up, too. Simply figment of Mr. Creel's imagination.
          
          She didn't mind, though. Cooking, cleaning, and looking pretty while smiling was what she was made to do, so she did it. She was no rebel girl, no punk, not one to disagree or resist orders. She was 27 year old lady who was meant to be a servant for the respectful Mr. Creel, who never acted rude to her, never complained, never snapped at her, never pushed boundaries, and was always grateful and appreciative of her work. Plus, she wasn’t even real. She has no body outside of this world, and she didn’t want to be nothing.
          
          That’s why she never tried to leave, like the redheaded girl that she remembered accidentally came into this dream world of Creel’s and was trapped. Elizabeth wondered why Mr. Creel never got her or killed her by now. She knew about his violent tendencies. She knew about his multiple murders.
          
          She was still loyal.
          
          She took care of the house while he went out to kill those teens, to exploit their trauma and depression. She made chicken pot pie while he was finding ways to collide what he told her those troublemaking kids called the Abyss and the Rightside Up.

I have a proposal... 
          
          
          Will you marry me? :33
          
          (Ring, hearts and please emojis) 

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