Signs Of Too Much Sugar: Maya1. I'll be singing or humming loudly.2. Sudden personality changes (from myself to Space Core, to Turret, and falls asleep)3. Constant repeating of words.4. "HEY, HEY LADY, HEY, HEY, HEY, LADY!" No matter what gender, I won't stop until you answer me.5. Laughs loudly and tells rude jokes.6. Tells trivial information.7. "12, 12, 12, 12, 12, 12,--GIMMEH!" 8. Odd sounds.9. Rapid shaking.10. Day dreaming, once you snap me out of it I'll scream as loud as I can.11. Diva fits.
NervousI grow nervous...I start to shiver...as if I'm cold. I am cold, my fingers, toes, and lips are freezing...My teeth chatter together, creating an irritating sound. I start to think what will happen to me next, will I die? Will I be found? Will they get me before I make it out alive? My hand refuses to hold a pencil, my eyes refuse to listen to me...as I write my final regrets...
Super Smash Bros. Clash 4I swear Crazy Hand nearly blew out my ears! He's so- I think I just had my first brain fart in a long time. Anyways, he screamed and Master Hand came floating to the door like nothing happened."So you must be Mya then!" I can't believe he got my name wrong..."Maya." I corrected."Ah yes, you look just like your mother, Maya." Of course, I did. We stood there in some kind of awkward silence until he "coughed" "How about you come inside?" When I took my first few steps inside it felt really cold and it smelled like flowers, LOTS of flowers. It made me gag mentally. The mansion was huuuuuggge! It felt strange, almost all this space w making me sick or...sad."Uh..So, ahem, where do I put my things?" I whispered. Master Hand turned towards me and I guess gestured to me." Just drop it right there." On the floor? Okay then...I dropped my two luggage and slung my one strapped bag on my shoulder. Surprisingly, the place was quiet and clean...The exact opposite of what I thought. There were
Super Smash Bros. Clash 3That morning I left to go on my journey, to get to the mansion I would have to take a portal there. Which wasn't the easiest thing to find in a city like New York City. I had to take the train from CT to NY and walk myself all around the friggin' state. Then, I had to take 2 buses to get to this city and my i-Pad almost died so I had to turn it off as soon as I got to the second bus. So this is what it feels like when your an adult, oh and did I also mention...I WAS CARRYING 2 BIG THINGS OF LUGGAGE! I pray that my back and arms won't fail me now.Anyways, Grandma told me to meet a man in Central Park, she said that he would hand me another card. She even gave me a picture of him, he was about 6 feet with olive skin and brown hair, he reminded me of Spain. That's all she told me, I shrugged it off as I walked through the entrance of the park. People were staring at me, isn't this New York? Mind ya' own business! Is it because of my Angry Birds shirt that says "Keep calm and hit the pigg
Super Smash Bros. Clash 2Stare, stare, stare! Gosh, I'm not that interesting, really! I know I'm awesome but I don't like stalkers. I was sitting at my desk that was in the sunlight at the windows. I figured my best friend, Kayla, would be a little late
we both stayed up late last night talking on Oovoo. Hopefully she wasn't absent, I don't want to stay alone with these...people.."We all know where your going, Wolfie!" Oh great, I'd know that gross voice from a mile away. I turned me heard to the deep copper haired boy and thick glasses, he snorted and gave a long stiff of mucus. Ugh... So GROSS!"What are you talking about, Gilbird?" Stupid...ugh. Okay, so this guys name Gilbert Stoners, we (in our school) call him "Gilbird" due to his "tweeting" of news and crap like that."You know, you, SSBB! Of course!" His freckle infested cheekbone grew bigger as he grinned in pure satisfaction. Of course if he knows that, everyone knows that. Stupid birdie, now the queen bee will know.I can care less about the b
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..I can tell by the way you carry yourselfIf you let me, here's what I'll doI'll take care of youI've loved and I've lostI was honestly too lazy to turn the loud sound of Rihanna off, even though I loved her voice to death. I turned my head to the right side of my room, where closed closet doors faced me.Sunlight dripped though my shades and lavender curtain, it made the room brighter and it gave me a headache. But the music gave me more of one."Turn it down
." I grunted, no respond."Hello?" I called again, still no answer. Am I home alone? I managed to pry myself out of my bed and make way to the mirror that showed a horrifying image.Me.Black hair sticking in all different directions, pale chocolate skin, sandy eyes, and wrinkled purple PJ's."Meh." I grunted again, exiting out of my bedroom. I heard the sound of sizzling and talking going on downstairs in the kitchen. Little tiny whispers, tiny little
whispers.What are they doing?The stairs creaked at every