Prologue
Mermaids. We're not what you think we are. We aren't sweet, and loveable, and beautiful. We're evil, magical, betraying liars. Period.
Humans see mermaids as people who help you. You may be thinking we are helping you, but the truth is, we are leading you to your death, and you'll never see the light of day again. Ever. Us mermaids like to kill humans. We don't like humans.
Why? Well, this is what happened...
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away- just kidding.
Legend says, a little girl at the age of ten discovered a mermaid with a broken tail lying on a abandoned beach. She helped the mermaid with her tail, and the mermaid told the girl not to tell anyone. And guess what the girl did? She told everyone. Nobody believed her, of course. She told her father, and he just wanted to make her feel better, so they went mermaid-fishing. Pretty stupid, huh?
They actually caught a mermaid, believe it or not. They put her into testing. Well, since not all humans are good people, word spread about mermaids. Everyone in the history of the world wasn't supposed to know about them.
"What?" you're probably asking, "But I thought Disney-" No. Don't even go there.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
HARRY STYLES IMAGINE FOR MACEY
I finished my dinner when Harry's phone rang. He was in the shower at the moment, and I bit my lip. There were no secrets between Harry and I, but it was his business who called him.
Wasn't it?
That's when I saw caller ID. It was a picture of a blond girl with Harry and they were smiling together. This girl was so much prettier than I would like for her picture to pop up on my boyfriend's phone. The name above her picture was this:
Emily Kitten <3
I stared blankly at his phone. That was my nickname from Harry. Not some girl.
Harry told me he loved me. That he cared about me. Who was Emily and what was she doing on Harry's phone? I threw the rest of my dinner in the sink in anger. He was cheating on me. Harry was cheating on me!
My breath started to become really uneven. I felt tears prick in my eyes as I slid down the wall, breaking out in tears right there on the floor. I pulled my knees to my face and cried into my hands. My heart was breaking harder and harder.
"Babe?" Harry's voice said, startling me. I looked up, getting up from the floor.
"Babe, what happened?" he asked, trying to hug me. Concern was written all over his face.
Yeah, right.
"Emily happened." At that moment everything froze. He was suddenly very angry.
"Macey you were looking at my phone?!" he yelled. Why was he yelling at me?
"There's a thing called caller ID! I should've known this would've happened sooner or later!" I yelled back, tears streaming down my face.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he fired back defensively.
"You're one of the most famous people in the world right now! You go on world tours! You go to nightclubs and drink yourself blind! You find girls smarter and nicer and prettier and than me, and go with them behind my back! You think I don't know about this? I've seen twitter! Facebook! Instagram! Tumblr! T.V.! Magazines! I didn't believe them because I thought you loved me! I thought you cared!" I screamed. It was silent after that, besides our heavy breathing from yelling. Harry's face was unreadable. Was he surprised? Angry? I couldn't tell.
"I guess not." I choked out the last few words before the tears hit again. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
It was pouring rain outside, and when I realized I had locked my keys in my car, it was officially the worst day of my life.
**Four years later**
I found out I was preggers two weeks after Harry and I's fight. I was having identical twin girls, and their turning four in a few days.
You would think I named at least one of them Darcy. I didn't. I named one Arielle which means "Air spirit" in Hebrew and the other Canelle, which is French for "Cinnamon". I love my girls, I'm 28 now.
I was at the park the other day, when I realized it was the park that I met Harry at.
FLASHBACK
I was, kinda in the tree reading my favorite book. I like climbing trees, okay? Anyways, all of the sudden, the tree started shaking and I, uh, fell on him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? That must of really hurt. I'm so sorry-" I stopped talking for a second to look into his eyes and realized that he was the most attractive boys I've ever seen.
"Hi," I breathed, taking in his scent. He seemed equally as mesmerized.
"Hi," he said. All of the sudden we started laughing and I got off him, and it kinda was history from there.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mommy?" Arielle said. I bent down and looked at her.
"Yes sweetie?"
"Where's my daddy?" she asked. I was taken aback.
"He's, um... " That's when I saw him. He was standing there, innocently, staring at my girls and I. I took off my sunglasses and stared back. He was here? But why?
"Right over there." Arielle turned in my direction and burst into a smile. She suddenly ran towards him, and Canelle, being her twin sister, did the same.
Harry was surprised at first, then hugged them with all his heart. I could tell. I slowly walked towards them.
"What's your name, girly?" he asked one of them.
"Arielle." she giggled.
"And yours?" he asked the other.
"Canelle!" she said happily. He looked at me, pulling his sunglasses down.
"What about yours?" he asked me. Puh. Lease.
"I think you already know, Styles." I said.
"Hi Macey." I sighed.
"Hi Harry." We stood in silence. Harry barely looked any different than he did four years ago. My chocolate brown hair was longer and darker and pulled up in a pony tail.
"Their mine, aren't they?" he suddenly asked. I nodded.
"I found out two weeks later after the fight." I answered him. He looked me in my blue eyes and set down my girls-no, our girls-and cupped my face with his hand, kissing me. I immediately kissed back, and he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly accepted, and let his tongue slide into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, and after making out some more, I decided it was the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!!" Canelle squeaked.
"EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!" Arielle screamed. We pulled back, laughing.
"I'm sorry, Macey. Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I've ever made. Please take me back. I miss you." I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
"Harry, I love you too much to say no. These girls need a daddy, and I can't do this by myself. But it doesn't mean I forgive you all at once. Piece by piece, little by little, and never hurt me like that again," I said. He smiled, kissing each of our girls on the forehead.
"I'll never hurt you again on one condition."
"Whats that?"
"If you marry me."
"I'll marry you on one condition."
"And that is?"
"If you never hurt me again."
I finished my dinner when Harry's phone rang. He was in the shower at the moment, and I bit my lip. There were no secrets between Harry and I, but it was his business who called him.
Wasn't it?
That's when I saw caller ID. It was a picture of a blond girl with Harry and they were smiling together. This girl was so much prettier than I would like for her picture to pop up on my boyfriend's phone. The name above her picture was this:
Emily Kitten <3
I stared blankly at his phone. That was my nickname from Harry. Not some girl.
Harry told me he loved me. That he cared about me. Who was Emily and what was she doing on Harry's phone? I threw the rest of my dinner in the sink in anger. He was cheating on me. Harry was cheating on me!
My breath started to become really uneven. I felt tears prick in my eyes as I slid down the wall, breaking out in tears right there on the floor. I pulled my knees to my face and cried into my hands. My heart was breaking harder and harder.
"Babe?" Harry's voice said, startling me. I looked up, getting up from the floor.
"Babe, what happened?" he asked, trying to hug me. Concern was written all over his face.
Yeah, right.
"Emily happened." At that moment everything froze. He was suddenly very angry.
"Macey you were looking at my phone?!" he yelled. Why was he yelling at me?
"There's a thing called caller ID! I should've known this would've happened sooner or later!" I yelled back, tears streaming down my face.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he fired back defensively.
"You're one of the most famous people in the world right now! You go on world tours! You go to nightclubs and drink yourself blind! You find girls smarter and nicer and prettier and than me, and go with them behind my back! You think I don't know about this? I've seen twitter! Facebook! Instagram! Tumblr! T.V.! Magazines! I didn't believe them because I thought you loved me! I thought you cared!" I screamed. It was silent after that, besides our heavy breathing from yelling. Harry's face was unreadable. Was he surprised? Angry? I couldn't tell.
"I guess not." I choked out the last few words before the tears hit again. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
It was pouring rain outside, and when I realized I had locked my keys in my car, it was officially the worst day of my life.
**Four years later**
I found out I was preggers two weeks after Harry and I's fight. I was having identical twin girls, and their turning four in a few days.
You would think I named at least one of them Darcy. I didn't. I named one Arielle which means "Air spirit" in Hebrew and the other Canelle, which is French for "Cinnamon". I love my girls, I'm 28 now.
I was at the park the other day, when I realized it was the park that I met Harry at.
FLASHBACK
I was, kinda in the tree reading my favorite book. I like climbing trees, okay? Anyways, all of the sudden, the tree started shaking and I, uh, fell on him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? That must of really hurt. I'm so sorry-" I stopped talking for a second to look into his eyes and realized that he was the most attractive boys I've ever seen.
"Hi," I breathed, taking in his scent. He seemed equally as mesmerized.
"Hi," he said. All of the sudden we started laughing and I got off him, and it kinda was history from there.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mommy?" Arielle said. I bent down and looked at her.
"Yes sweetie?"
"Where's my daddy?" she asked. I was taken aback.
"He's, um... " That's when I saw him. He was standing there, innocently, staring at my girls and I. I took off my sunglasses and stared back. He was here? But why?
"Right over there." Arielle turned in my direction and burst into a smile. She suddenly ran towards him, and Canelle, being her twin sister, did the same.
Harry was surprised at first, then hugged them with all his heart. I could tell. I slowly walked towards them.
"What's your name, girly?" he asked one of them.
"Arielle." she giggled.
"And yours?" he asked the other.
"Canelle!" she said happily. He looked at me, pulling his sunglasses down.
"What about yours?" he asked me. Puh. Lease.
"I think you already know, Styles." I said.
"Hi Macey." I sighed.
"Hi Harry." We stood in silence. Harry barely looked any different than he did four years ago. My chocolate brown hair was longer and darker and pulled up in a pony tail.
"Their mine, aren't they?" he suddenly asked. I nodded.
"I found out two weeks later after the fight." I answered him. He looked me in my blue eyes and set down my girls-no, our girls-and cupped my face with his hand, kissing me. I immediately kissed back, and he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly accepted, and let his tongue slide into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, and after making out some more, I decided it was the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!!" Canelle squeaked.
"EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!" Arielle screamed. We pulled back, laughing.
"I'm sorry, Macey. Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I've ever made. Please take me back. I miss you." I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
"Harry, I love you too much to say no. These girls need a daddy, and I can't do this by myself. But it doesn't mean I forgive you all at once. Piece by piece, little by little, and never hurt me like that again," I said. He smiled, kissing each of our girls on the forehead.
"I'll never hurt you again on one condition."
"Whats that?"
"If you marry me."
"I'll marry you on one condition."
"And that is?"
"If you never hurt me again."
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I changed my wallpaper!! Yay!! Soz if you liked the other one, but I was getting SOOOO sick of it. Since I'm moving to New York, my old house had a gas stove with any memories(Like the time I nearly light the entire room on fire by trying to make grits, how my stepdad nearly set the whole HOUSE on fire cause he forgot to turn off the burner, etc) and I wanted to have a little piece of my old house that I loved so much and I didn't want to forget all the times we had. My gas stove was my best friend :) Jeez I'm gonna start crying ;( This is the saddest thing I've ever posted
Cousin
My cousin is Macey Willington you guys should go and check out her page called Life With Me Macey. It is really good and she is about to post a new blog post. Bye!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
Monday, July 29, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 1
Name: Haley True Potter
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
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