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Chapter 4"Goodbye, Akino-kun!"
Yumiko waved at him, as they took different paths.
Someone called for her.
"Kyone-chan!" Yumiko's face lightened up. They hugged.
"Yumiko-chan! Oh, how I missed you!" She said.
Kyone was a friend of Yumiko since they were little. They shared the same passion for drawing and video games, and when they could, they spent afternoons at Kyone's playing and drawing. She was tomboyish and wore the boys uniform, unlike all the other girls. Some boys mocked her and called her lesbian. She just punched them in the head and moved on.
She likes boys, but her way of dressing makes her somewhat vulnerable to those comments.
"Kyone-chan! So, now you're in this school too?" Yumiko's face couldn't control itself, and so, her smile seemed to be fade-less. "Oh, I'm so happy! I didn't see you in ages!"
"I'm very happy too! And you seem to be like butter, I couldn't find you. As soon as I know I was going to this school, I checked your timetable, and I look
Chapter 3The weeks passed.
Yumiko and Akino were working on their story, and they had already something they thought it was good.
The were writing about a poor girl that was very intelligent and that got a scholarship for a good and well known school. There, she met a boy that would become her boyfriend. At least, that was the plan.
"We're gonna do it like this: Her books fall to the ground and he helps her!" Yumiko growled.
*Sigh* Akino made.
"What if, she stumbles, and he catches her?"
They've been discussing some ideas, but non seem to please both of them.
All of a sudden...
"Time to go class, and don't forget to leave the room as you'd like to find it!"
They all rushed out of the classroom without giving anything about the room's condition. The teacher sighed.
"Can you help me...?"
Yumiko and Akino were still packing their stuff.
"Yes, we will help you, sensei."
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When they realized it was already time t
Mob Story - Chapter 3We had a lot of trouble to get the bar to its previous looks.
Ygana bought a lot of new tables, and even got a new door with an iron sheet, that she was told it was more resistant than the other one we had. We also had to get new curtains, and wood for the walls. The only thing we didn't need to buy (at least, not in a big quantity), was the alcohol. We had plenty of that. I was glad we didn't hit the drinks room.
Ygana kept on recovering from the shooting, and in three weeks she didn't walk around with a cloth holding her arm against her chest. I think she should have left it there for longer, but she just didn't listen to me. She still had her arm tied where she had been shot, though. At least that.
The time passed. The girls were almost always in missions, so, I didn't see most of them walking around the bar on those times. Runa kept on being the same bitch as always, but she had some moments when she was herself, her true self, instead of that show off slut. I confess that s
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Return of the scientists ch5"Lalna..." Lalna stood up in his cell.
"It hurts.... EVERYTHING HURTS" Strippin broke out crying and screaming.
"EVERYTHING'S BURNING EVERYTHING STINGS!!!" His boney fingers clawed into his arms and face. He began to pull at his hair as he kept on screaming for help and mercy. He looked at Lalna with red and puffy eyes. His body twitched uncontrollably
"You s-said everything was g-going to be a-alright... " Strippin sat there in his cell, against the back wall, staring at Lalna, as his last screams escaped him. Lalna reached out of his cell and grabbed the back of Livid's coat. He took his other hand and turned Livid's face to meet his own.
"You've killed two people, my friends, right in front of my eyes. When I get out, I promise to kill you." Lalna pulled him closer and banged his head against the bars.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..." Lalna let go of Livid's labcoat and moved back as one of the giant dogs tried to make it's way into his cage.
"There, no more problems. Now,
Sollux x reader p6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ugh, how'd you know?..." I questioned _______.
"I'm magic!" She replied, with a giggle.
"Either way, I loved it." I smirked.
"I hate my job." I grumbled, as the phone rang. "Hello, Thollux here... No, I have a lihtp... A LITHP!... Okay, I'm thorry. What theems to bee the problem?" I snickered in my mind, I would've used trollian to say 'bee'. Man, I missed my friends... No, what am I saying? ______'s good to me, I shouldn't be ungrateful. She took me in, when I was at my lowest point, hell I could have been a weird homeless pedophile(she told me what this is)! "I thee, well you thould turn it off then on again." I thought to myself, 'these people do not even need help, they just need some more thinkpan molecules. "Plug it back in, otherwithe it ithn't gonna turn back on." I mumbled, unknowlingly. Luckily they heard it. ________ walked in, the be
The Power of the Light part 1Chapter 1: Typical Day in Paris
Darkness. That was all that the girl saw as she was floating in what seemed to be a sea of darkness.
‘This dream again…’ thought the girl.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, reveling them to be black.
‘Why…why do I keep having this?’ thought the girl.
In a flash, she found herself in a town during the starry night as the girl was reveled more in looks.
She had long brown hair down to her waist which had dark purple and blue breads in it, a dark purple hair clip, and was wearing a diamond heart shaped necklace, a dark purple top, a jacket with blue at the top chest part and grey on the bottom and sleeves with a blue line on the sleeves, a grey belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it and purple in the middle, a blue bag, dark purple gloves with grey bands around them, dark blue jeans, and knee high dark purple boots with grey outlines on the top.
The girl blanked as she looked around the town.
“This place a
Halloween EntryMonstrous Entry
Halloween is coming!! Halloween is my favorite time in the year, and the only one when I'm allowed to use my powers without getting punished for it. Since I don't cross the line, of course.
Oh, I didn't introduce myself, sorry. My name is Scotty, and I'm a Magic user. I'm a 16 year-old girl, in high school, and I love to trick the others. Even though I'm like every other students, and a good student, actually, man, I love tricking the others more than the normal people. Because I have Magic in my power, and, that makes my pranks a whole level superior. They don't know I control Magic, only my best friend, her name is Holly.
In my best pranks, I made some chairs Flash-Mobbing in the middle of a class, with students sat in them!! Oh my god, it was soooooooooo funny...!! Me and Holly (and the others, except those that were grabbed to their chairs. And of those some, the majority was laughing. Only 3 were scared as hell XD) laughed until the air ended. Even the teacher l
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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