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(Rephrase- 40-22)
(shakes violently WWIIIIINNNN. win for my leg)
(Rephrase- 40-22)
(shakes violently WWIIIIINNNN. win for my leg)
Ginger brushed a piece of hair behind ear. "Uh, I'm Ginger."
“Right, I’m Dalton.” He smiled. “I think we’ve seen each other around,”
"Cause the writers didn't think that hard."
“That’s apparent,” he huffed. Who knew someone could get so worked up about a Disney movie.
She gave him a blank stare. "Seriously? I could've made a better design with my eyes closed. And my drawing skills suck."
“I’m sure they’re different at your school,”
(THEY'RE TRYING! There's like 6 minutes left and are just running the clock.)
"We'll see tomorrow, won't we?" She giggled. "God, I've been waiting years to wear this dress, you're gonna love it, I promise."
"Cause the writers didn't think that hard."
“That’s apparent,” he huffed. Who knew someone could get so worked up about a Disney movie.
Lillian chuckled, "Your adorable babe."
(Lol. I’ll be back again. Yosh came back to tell me if I broke my leg or not. Heehee fun times)
Ginger brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "Uh, I'm Ginger."
“Right, I’m Dalton.” He smiled. “I think we’ve seen each other around,”
"Yeah, I guess so," Ginger said with a soft smile. She needed to talk to someone, so she had been heading over to Darren's house, but maybe she could spare Darren the trouble. Besides, he was probably with Lillian.
(Fun times…..)
(Hey! I didn’t break my leg…)
(Well that's good!)
(I have patellar tendinitis in my left knee and I dislocated it. Ugh pain)
(Hey, that's better than breaking your leg.)
(ALSO! ALSO ALSO ALSO I HAVE KINDA BIG NEWS.)
(ALSO! ALSO ALSO ALSO I HAVE KINDA BIG NEWS.)
(???!!!?!?!)
(Okay, it's not that big of news but I want you guys to know. I AM TAKING ON THE GIGANTIC TASK OF MAKING THIS RP INTO AN ACTUAL BOOK. LIKE WRITE THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNING AS AN ACTUAL BOOK.)
(Cool! I tried doing that once)
(This thing has so much to it it needs like a series or something…)
(And better yet, I'm having one of my very good dorky friends his name is Zach and I love him to death read it as I write! He has no idea what's to come, so it'll be fun for him to see.)
(Hey but good luck! Can we hear some of it when you make headway?)
(Of course! Do you ever think we'll finish this story? Like on here?)
(Hopefully not because I would miss you guys. It’s les did a story and more of a narrative of our characters lives.)
(Aww, I'd miss you too. And it basically is. And that's why we love it so much.)
(IMMA JUST DO THIS CAUSE I CAN. What you're about to read is the prologue to the book I lovingly named The Story Of Westbrooke High.)
(Our story begins in a small, quiet town called Westbrooke. It was the time of year that every child from ages 4-18 dreaded. The start of the new school year. When the air turned cool and the leaves fell off the trees in preparation for the long, cold winter. But they weren’t the only ones preparing. The senior students returning to the local high school for their final year had a huge fight coming at them, in more ways than one. A simple small town like this couldn’t have many secrets. No no no, that is where you’re wrong. So very wrong.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?)
(Yeah it is. Also update:
Final score 40-30 WE FUCKING WON!
Best moment: The sophomore, or freshman not sure yet, that literally summoned the power of the band gods as he rallied the band, crowd, and the opposing teams cheerleaders by standing up out of the blue, yelling about are we ready to play and two clap along, before playing Yeah! on his alto sax. That child has too much power.)
(Looks awesome Jacks!)
(Thanks! :3)
(Awesome Jacks! I love it!)
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