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(I just jump out playing my guitar) -I walk into the group of people singing and strumming my guitar-
(what'd I miss)
(bump)
(hey)
15
I still don't know.
(I'll be on later. I have the barn and I need to get my phone fixed and convince my mom to let me go somewhere)
(I'll be on late today. I have the barn and I still have to get my phone fixed and convince my mom to let me go somewhere...)
!I'm joking here! We are all bewytoful unicorns that live in a meadow
? Oh and btw this is a true story. Ages might be a little off though.
(I'm updating my stories one last time tonight then I'm going to sleep. Don't go to far. And check out Memoirs and Into the Area)
Age six winter The leaves crunched under my furry boots as I followed Tristan and Kylee to the creek. Shango still followed me on occasion and...
It'll heal. Grr that boy makes me mad. All I know is he slept on my beach. -I sigh-
(night:3)
This is my family's island. Forgotten tough by my mom and dad. I paddled here from Venice. -I say not turning around-
That doesn't answer my questions at all. Do I need to repeat them? -I drum my fingers on the top of my guitar-
-I disarm him swiftly. Twirling the blade between my fingers- You were on my beach. I'm Hendrix as in Jimi Hendrix. Now, who are you? And did you...
-I walk into the doorless hut- You were on my beach? Did you find the letter?
-I follow the noises and stumble across a group of people- You! -I point at the man with my hand on my hip-
One second... -I shut the door an recover it with sand. Then kick around for the second one. I open it and grab a machete- Let's go