Dragonflies
You are Sprita Hui Dragomir. You have brown-silver hair that falls just below shoulder length. You wear hipster glasses, and are shy.
AN: I have already made part of this story, this is just a weird mixture between 1st and 2nd person edition.
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You start finishing off your bowtie, tiebow, whatever. A mixture between a bow tie and a tie. It's definetely been thought of before, but it feels original. In the middle of your last stitch, you hear the familiar voice of an angry mom
"SPRITA HUI DRAGOMIR!!!" your mother shouts. "I've called you five times, we're going camping!" You brighten at this. Camping! Then she walks in and starts blabbering about doing it with the neighborhood kids. Sigh. You throw things in your pack, books, clothes, books, shoes, books, and so on. You put your phone, a granola bar, a book, and a flashlight in your ying yang satchel. You hop in the silver minivan. You pass the fall colored mountain. Ah, fall. I love fall. You pass a graveyard, a neighborhood, a house on the side of the road, and
"Wake up, we're here!" Your mother yells.
"Mmm..?" You say flopping sleepily out of the car with your suitcase.
AN: I have already made part of this story, this is just a weird mixture between 1st and 2nd person edition.
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You start finishing off your bowtie, tiebow, whatever. A mixture between a bow tie and a tie. It's definetely been thought of before, but it feels original. In the middle of your last stitch, you hear the familiar voice of an angry mom
"SPRITA HUI DRAGOMIR!!!" your mother shouts. "I've called you five times, we're going camping!" You brighten at this. Camping! Then she walks in and starts blabbering about doing it with the neighborhood kids. Sigh. You throw things in your pack, books, clothes, books, shoes, books, and so on. You put your phone, a granola bar, a book, and a flashlight in your ying yang satchel. You hop in the silver minivan. You pass the fall colored mountain. Ah, fall. I love fall. You pass a graveyard, a neighborhood, a house on the side of the road, and
"Wake up, we're here!" Your mother yells.
"Mmm..?" You say flopping sleepily out of the car with your suitcase.