Prologue
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever amor her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace amor someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever amor her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace amor someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Chapter 6
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give tu some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If tu do let's just say tu will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping tu trying to fight these things. tu will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give tu some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If tu do let's just say tu will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping tu trying to fight these things. tu will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Thursday
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black cinturón, correa above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, o laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my circulo, círculo of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice o mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. por siguiente week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black cinturón, correa above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, o laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my circulo, círculo of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice o mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. por siguiente week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.