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The plane ride over here was uneventfull, much to my dismay. No one even lost their luggage, every item was found. My golden eyes were stasred at and they kept whispering 'Cullen'. And something that started with 'A'.
I was intrested in that. But we had to go to our hotel, that I booked. The class wasn't big so I could book one for each group, plus chaperone. I had none group, I was a leftover, since it couldn't be evenly.
I was supposed to be keeping track to the attendance, and make sure no one fell behind during our 'tour'. But I would dissapear.
Then after my preguntas were answered I would go back.
Nineteen years I've been waiting for this. To finaly see if my aunt escape from the asylum.
But it will wait, it was late, and the plane ride made the humans sleepy, and I pretended to be sleepy. It wasnt hard to fake, I had years of pratice.
I went to my room, which I booked for just me. I paced the length of the room, nervous about tomorrow.
I wonder what I would find.
Nothing o something?
Part of hoped for something, the other wanted my life to be the same, with no changes.
I really hoped the part that something would be right. I looked at my phone, I barley had any numers in it. I just had m sreators, my best friend, and that was it.
I didn't have any close friends.
Though my creator went through quite through alot of them. I never liked her, we were 'disposable' to her. That's why I left. After my mom died in the car crash, I got the house and all the content's. Even the pictures.
I looked trogh the phone, doing misceláneo things. I gave up on that, and went to draw. I drew when frustrated. I drew anything, animals, people, items. But this time it was a porshe. I closed my eyes and colored it yellow.
I liked yellow and all, but on a car? Someone who's always happy would like it. I didn't noticed I drew a figure near it, but it was shady, I couldn't tell who I was.
It was funny I didn't draw like most people. I always drew with myeyes closed, corner to corner, in a motion that looks like shading something, but it shows a picture perfectly. I could barley tell that I 'shaded' it in.
I had no clue what I was drawing, until I opened my eys, sometimes I would peak and it would ruin the picture. Oddly enough the picture I drew was of a real person o thing I will encounter.
So who would I cruzar, cruz with a porshe?
I barley saw anyone wih a car that looked like this. I drew the past and the future. siguiente was a ballet studio. With a figure on the ground and one standing over it. But like the porshe one I couldn't tell the people apart.
I pulled a book out of my bag, recentlty I've noticed I've been lectura Civil War books. This was no exception. I knew my creator was alive and thriving during that time. She also dicho she 'lost the two greatest men I have trained'.
teamalice_0
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The plane ride over here was uneventfull, much to my dismay. No one even lost their luggage, every item was found. My golden eyes were stasred at and they kept whispering 'Cullen'. And something that started with 'A'.
I was intrested in that. But we had to go to our hotel, that I booked. The class wasn't big so I could book one for each group, plus chaperone. I had none group, I was a leftover, since it couldn't be evenly.
I was supposed to be keeping track to the attendance, and make sure no one fell behind during our 'tour'. But I would dissapear.
Then after my preguntas were answered I would go back.
Nineteen years I've been waiting for this. To finaly see if my aunt escape from the asylum.
But it will wait, it was late, and the plane ride made the humans sleepy, and I pretended to be sleepy. It wasnt hard to fake, I had years of pratice.
I went to my room, which I booked for just me. I paced the length of the room, nervous about tomorrow.
I wonder what I would find.
Nothing o something?
Part of hoped for something, the other wanted my life to be the same, with no changes.
I really hoped the part that something would be right. I looked at my phone, I barley had any numers in it. I just had m sreators, my best friend, and that was it.
I didn't have any close friends.
Though my creator went through quite through alot of them. I never liked her, we were 'disposable' to her. That's why I left. After my mom died in the car crash, I got the house and all the content's. Even the pictures.
I looked trogh the phone, doing misceláneo things. I gave up on that, and went to draw. I drew when frustrated. I drew anything, animals, people, items. But this time it was a porshe. I closed my eyes and colored it yellow.
I liked yellow and all, but on a car? Someone who's always happy would like it. I didn't noticed I drew a figure near it, but it was shady, I couldn't tell who I was.
It was funny I didn't draw like most people. I always drew with myeyes closed, corner to corner, in a motion that looks like shading something, but it shows a picture perfectly. I could barley tell that I 'shaded' it in.
I had no clue what I was drawing, until I opened my eys, sometimes I would peak and it would ruin the picture. Oddly enough the picture I drew was of a real person o thing I will encounter.
So who would I cruzar, cruz with a porshe?
I barley saw anyone wih a car that looked like this. I drew the past and the future. siguiente was a ballet studio. With a figure on the ground and one standing over it. But like the porshe one I couldn't tell the people apart.
I pulled a book out of my bag, recentlty I've noticed I've been lectura Civil War books. This was no exception. I knew my creator was alive and thriving during that time. She also dicho she 'lost the two greatest men I have trained'.
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i hate lima beans ther gross yuck this has nothing to do with the artical just wanna see how agrees with me
bye
bye
Do tu think britsh people are awesome!
all tu hove to do is dancce
LA LA LA LA LA clapp your hands togather
i just wrote that to publicar this + i'm random