WAAAAAAAAAH . mmph. *spits on zoe* shush now crybaby not today bîtch!. oh okay sorry Zoe
this is so freaking [/HotPink] awesome [/DeepSkyBlue] though [/SeaGreen] not [/salmon] nearly [/orange] as it [/200] looks [/50] SO AWESOME YET TOOK ME LIKE FOREVER TO WRITE OMG
Well, thank u! What's ur fav part? (starts dancing and singing: OMG U HAVE FANS I AM NOW FAMOUS /{.}{.}/ to the window \{.}{.}\ to the wall Til the sweat drips down my... um... malls? Yeah! LET'S GO KIDS WE BE GOING SHOPPING GRAB YO STUFF CLAIRE AND LUCAS HON. I INCLUDES U BABE, JAKE
Im actually not gonna include my 1 year old daughter, 6 month old son, and 20 yr old husband I'm 19
BTW only used my daughters name in this story cuz I blanked out my baby doesn't act like her she's duh a sweet baby never fusses always perfect
At home, I text my new boyfriend happily. Just then, I get a text from an unidentified number. Come to 145 Edmund Avenue if you ever want to see Brayleigh, Claire, or Caroline again. OMG. I don't really know them, but I can't let them die! Even if it's dangerous, it's my duty to go anyway. I zip on my North Face parka and drive my parents car down to the address. It's in a chilly neighborhood by the beach, very quiet and isolated. The house itself is a three-story Cape Cod style house with a gravel driveway and large yards with trampled flower beds. It's the typical Aragon (the name of my tiny town) house. I slowly climb the ivory chipped porch steps and ring the doorbell. The door clicks open on it's own and an intercom speaks out. "Hello, Abigail Katelyn Walker. I'm so glad you could make it! Now those girls have a chance. Come inside," the voice coaxes. I know the voice, it's a boy, but can't remember who's voice it is specifically. "Am I going to be injured?" I ask nervously to the air, like someone was listening. "Not if you listen." I anxiously step inside the house into the foyer and the heavy door slams shut behind me. Their is a few coffee tables and couches, similar to most foyers. "Okay," I say. "Now what?" The voice chuckles. Find the stairs and go up." I go into the next room, an interconnected modern living room and kitchen, then into a hallway and see a winding staircase. I climb them and emerge in a wooden floored hallway, with paintings lining the walls and big-panes windows with windowseats. "I did," I reply. "Good girl, this is simple. Go into the room at the end of the hall." I do, and enter a plain blue bedroom. It isn't customized or messy, which makes me think it's some kind of guest room. It only has a double bed, wardrobe, desk, endtables and some windows. The voice continues to instruct me to open the wardrobe and climb up the ladder inside to an attic. Finally, I see it. Brayleigh is sitting on the floor- surrounded by Claire, Caroline, and Jason. Everyone but panicked Brayleigh has a sinister smile.
Oh tiff it's kinda too late I made ur character already. I've been writing the story in my notes and copying and pasting for every update and ur guy is named mike