forum I honestly dunno
Started by @.The.Girl.Who.Lived.
tune

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Mostly Owl City, Twenty One Pilots, Pentatonix, and Fall Out Boy, etc….
Right now I'm listening to Disney soundtracks

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NIIIIIICCCEEEEE so what we all talkin bout?

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I fyou want to I mean I'm fine with anything….

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Okay Do you have a favorite character of yours?

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Whoa you've written books what an accomplishment I'm so proud

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Wow I'm not even far on my first draft of any of them!
So my fav character from me is prolly….uh….geez…..Oh

Rory Wendall Bishop

My first really real feeling one.

@.The.Girl.Who.Lived.

I've been writing since I was 10, it's always been a passion of mine. But if I were to pick my favorite character it would have to be from my latest story.

Saffi Elizabeth Queens

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Nice!
I've been writing since I was 8, and it was a waxing and waning thing until a few years ago I really took it seriously.

@.The.Girl.Who.Lived.

That's cool. I love writing, and I try to take it as seriously as I can but at the moment I've been dealing with self-esteem issues and I'm worried about getting hate or criticism.
I'm trying to get better in that aspect of my writing but it's very stressful for me.

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Wow man I'm sorry it's the same over here. There are always gonna people who don't like it so try not to focus on the haters
that was preachy sorry….

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You could try one out on me if you want…you don't have to.

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Absolutely bruh I'll help you as best I can.

@.The.Girl.Who.Lived.

Sophia Queens, or as her friends called her, Saffi, was never one for big adventures. If you wanted to find her she would most likely be in her treehouse reading about romance or fantasy. But one day, that all changed. She felt different. . . she was changing.
It started out as small nagging feeling in the back of her mind like she was meant to be someone different. And it soon turned into something she could not stop thinking about. It made her sick, her head hurt all the time and she kept having dreams . . . of someone. But she swore she had never seen him before in her life.
Until she was walking home from school and saw him sitting on a bus stop bench. He had auburn hair with bright baby blue eyes, just like she did. He looked around her age, 14 or 15, and as soon as she walked past him his eyes shot right to her face. He studied her, not looking away for a full minute.
Saffi didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to leave and risk not seeing him again so she smiled slightly and nodded at him.
“S-Sophie . . .?”, he stuttered.
Only her mother had ever called her Sophie before, and it startled her. Her smile faded and she looked at him with a strong curiosity.
“Uh yeah . . . that’s me. You look familiar, and I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t know who you are,” she responded. She usually had a strong sense of confidence in her voice, but it was all gone. She stared at him trying to remember where she had seen him, other than her dreams of course, but couldn’t figure it out.
He patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit. “It’s me Sophie, Jenson . . . your brother,” he looked her straight in the eyes, and as soon as he said that her mind started buzzing.
She was remembering things. He was her brother. She saw flashbacks of them walking through the woods together, playing together when they were children.
All of these memories coming back at this quick of a rate made her feel like she might collapse, or even pass out. She grabbed on to the back of the bench closing her eyes tightly. “I . . . I remember,” she whispered weakly.