@Natasha
(ELSA, IS THAT YOU???)
(HAHAHAHAHAHA THAT WHAT I THOUGHT AT FIRST TOO. But I couldn't come up with a better curse soooooooo……………..yeah.)
(ELSA, IS THAT YOU???)
(HAHAHAHAHAHA THAT WHAT I THOUGHT AT FIRST TOO. But I couldn't come up with a better curse soooooooo……………..yeah.)
(xD)
Well this is intresting. Chelsea thought, she had learned new information.
Cade opened his eyes slightly so he could see what Harper's power was. In the room, he saw a small bit of ice climb the walls. Ice magic?!
Chelsea had money, gold, clothes. How? She didn’t have an official job. She sold information. Secrets. The more alarming they were, the better.
//natashaaaaaaa come to the pjo rp
//natashaaaaaaa come to the pjo rp
(Imma there now.)
(This is what Harper's hair looks like right now btw. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ea/1d/22/ea1d220401f20742190e957579eb5493.jpg)
(Oh. Okie dokie.)
(Where's Willow?) (Also, Puffy, tell me your secrets!)
(Willow’s asleep in her room, probably.)
(Asleep? Dam, she usually can't)
(UH WELL, today is a special day. ^throws flowers^)
(XD)
Willow curled up on the bed, remembering……..Flashes of laughing and popsicles and a hot summer's day filled her mind. Willow and Abasi. Well, everyone called him Major. It was one of her happiest memories, sitting on the porch stairs on front of the house, eating popsicles that Major's aunt had given them. They'd chased each other and played and got their fingers sticky and juice ran down their chins. "C'mon Major!" Willow'd laughed, running down that street. Of course, he followed, screaming and yelling and laughing as he chased her. His thick dreadlocks waved in the air and the sun glinted off of his dark skin. Unfortunately, her happiest memory was also her worst.
//oh
oh no
(Please don’t tell me Willow’s true love got hit by a car. ;-;)
(Not true love, best friend)
(Eh, potato potato. Continue this tragic tale please.)
//this is sad
let’s bring him back to life like we’re gonna do to charlee
16 years old, but still playing tag on that porch, Willow should've known something was up. Abasi never played tag with her again after they turned 12. He pulled at the flower crown on his head, "Hey Wil, let's go to Auntie's?"
Willow had laughed, "Heck yeah!" she should've said no. Major shouldn't have offered. If she could redo that day, she would've stopped it. Stopped Major in the middle of his sentence, suggested they go home. She should've said no.
//this doesn’t sound good
It's not.
//pls continue I’m fascinated
(QAQ)
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