Looey X Scraps Novels & Stories

Mark gasped. "See I didn't waste your time," I added. "Let us just open this old thing before anyone comes." Roy huffed and whipped out a screwdriver. It took us a while to figure out how to actually use it but after a few horrible attempts we did eventually open it up. Darcy blew onto the calendar and dust hit all four of us. "Ugh gross!" Mark whined after a dramatic coughing scene. We carefully paged through the old calendar. The writing looked like scribbles and it was so mouldy. The idiots let a precious artefact get wet.

I can't afford to make any mistakes because of sympathy. I dried my hair from the wetness of the shower and then I put my hair in a messy ponytail and before I knew it, it was time for breakfast. Lucy and I left the cell and we made our way to the dining hall, we all filed on a straight line, waiting for our turn to get our food and it reminded me of the time Shelly stabbed he in front of everyone... I looked around for her and I saw her walking in but this time around, she was walking in alone without her minions.

I made sure to put extra on him because I knew most would go for him, I wanted him to be safe, wanted him to come back home to me. The sadness could not be warded off, not even Fluffy could keep the sadness away. She played with Conri then when I was done, I went to wash my hands, coming back to find them still playing. I bent down to scoop the rest of the paste into the bag then went to soak the pestle and mortar. My hands were washed again, standing up straight with nothing else to do.