ssskylarstark

-Skylar’s insta. It’s cute or whateva 
          	https://my.w.tt/rdF80h4jKab

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/I did it !

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@survivingwinters 
            -LIES THEYRE BOTH BEAUTIFUL
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@ssskylarstark 
            /THANK YOUUUU SKYLAR IS BETTER THOUGH SMH <3
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@survivingwinters 
            -SHE IS BEAUTIFULLLLL
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lexopenacc1

Ashton walked through the street that had been flooded she had her uniform on it was drenched her blonde hair was soaked to her scalp and she had a cut on her arm she limped to the nearest bench her red uniform burned of. Her breathing was heavy and labored she thought about what would have happened if she didn’t try and be the hero if she didn’t almost just get drowned alive she had a bloody nose there was dirt and gravel all over her and her eyes were red she sat on the bench looking at the bullet hole in her lower adamant. Ash was fighting for her life she didn’t think anyone could tell she was gone or care.

ssskylarstark

@-BLUEBBY 
            
            He was still trying to figure out where he’s seen her from cause he’s a lil’ slow. Then he turned around, realization hitting like a truck. “Maximoff! You’re related to Wanda Maximoff!”
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@ssskylarstark 
            
            “Ummm ya I do” she said trying to wipe the hair out of her face
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@-BLUEBBY 
            
            “My dad?” He raised an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting who his dad was. “My dad! Wait, you know my dad?”
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lexopenacc1

May I drop a starter? Angst or flirty if I may.

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@-BLUEBBY 
            
            -Of course :D
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@S-STARSPINNING 
            
            -AWWWW
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@S-STARSPINNING 
            
            -OMG YOU ARE???
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@S-STARSPINNING 
          
          “I’m tired.”
          “We’re almost there, Happy Feet, calm down.”
          
          It’d been twenty years since Keirin’s death. The boy was 36 now and had a daughter named Emily, whom was 4 and a son named Nathan, whom was 10. 
          “Alright, guys. Here she is.”
          The kids eyes widened. There was the grave: Keirin Stark. Around it were flowers, jewelry, and notes. There were Star Spinner statues made by her fans all over the world, and a display of stars Tony spent two years making.
          “Pretty,” Emily said, holding on to her pink juice cup.
          Nathan even managed to put down his game he always seemed glued to so he could appreciate the display.
          “I wish I’d met her,” he says.
          Skylar pats his head. “You already have.”

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@S-STARSPINNING 
          
          Skylar cried, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. The room was getting smaller and he couldn’t breathe. ‘No. No, why is this happening? Somebody help me.’
          He was all alone, scared to death. Blood on his soccer jersey, on his watch, on his pants he got for his birthday. In his hands, his sister lay. She felt cold.
          He felt like he was gonna throw up.
          “Please. Please don’t leave me here. I don’t know what to do. Please,” he begged but he knew she couldn’t hear him. “Please, Keirin, please don’t leave me alone.”
          Mom and dad weren’t there and now neither was his sister.
          “Come back, please....” Her song rang in his head. “Please don’t leave me.”