forum Paste the Last Thing that You Copied
Started by @CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa
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idek who that is

yea that's the last thing I copied

I kinda want to know what prompted this…..

@MagicPhoenix

In Siem Reap, Cambodia, the tourist town that serves as a gateway to the celebrated ruins of Angkor Wat, has a population of less than 100,000 people, but is home to 35 orphanages. Very few tourists are properly trained to interact with vulnerable or traumatized children, and their brief encounters with orphans foster an attachment that leads to disappointment on the part of the children when the volunteers leave. As well as this, well intentioned volunteers are unintentionally fueling a demand for ‘fake orphans’ , children who were not actually orphans but whose parents had placed them in orphanage facilities with the hope that volunteer visitors would adopt them.

@ThatBackgroundSlytherin

Name:
Age: 13-17
Gender: Boys are good! girls are good! other is great!
Looks: Different sizes, colors, and builds are awesome!
Attire: Please make it practical
Talents: Try to go easy on this
Favorite Weapon: (This doesn't mean they've used it before)
Worst Fear:
One Random Fact:
Other: Sexuality, Hogwarts House, Glasses or not

@LeafyLemur

Nagai arrived at her home and started climbing. After a while, she stopped. There weren’t any guards out, why climb when she could basically fly? Nagai manipulated the wind, grinding her up to her window with ease. She grabbed a cloth and packed a few clothes, some shoes, and some money for Lata.

A few minutes passed. Nagai’s father burst into the room, his face tomato red. Nagai looked at him like a deer in headlights. He had seen her. His eyes will filled with fear and hatred, making Nagai take a step back. His breathing was heavy and sweat beaded his forehead. Nagai looked at him fearfully, tears welling in her eyes. She knew what he would do, even if she was his daughter.

Fearfully, Nagai ran. She she jumped at the window she had closed, smashing glass, but getting out. She used the wind to get herself down safely, inhaling sharply when she landed on her left foot. She ignored the pain as she sprinted. She ran as fast as she could, then faster.

Tears streamed down her face, stinging in the cold night air.

(There’s like, six more paragraphs of sadness from this)