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It's ma freinds megans :3

she will take over, and i will give her tutorials on how to do things, so she aces at it

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anywho...

Softcore-Pancake is the new one...

why not...im gunna put a link in 8D

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English homework

So far everything had gone according to plan...the inspector was waiting by the cabin and the suspect was on his way. He walked suspiciously down the alleyways, with a limp as he tried to cover it to make him look less suspicious, but his plan wasn’t working, it had just made him look it all the more.

Maybe it would be better if you knew the whole story from the beginning so it would make more sense.

Jason Fisher was sat in the usual spot as he waited for his life-time friend and comrade, Clayton Dunkirk. The sun was nearly down below the mountainous hills and the sky was turning navy blue, so you could not tell the difference between sea and sky...the only visible difference was that in the sky there was flashes of yellow, that were soon disappearing. The meeting place was near a shore line, and if you were sat just in the right spot you could see the sun setting behind the hills and the shore. It was a private beach, only residents of the local accommodations were able to visit there and only on certain time were friends of the residents allowed to visit them on the beach, and there only, to make it all the more private.

On this occasion Clayton was supposed to meet up with fisher in that little place I had told you about where you could see both the dusk and the shore line. He hadn’t turned up, and hadn’t for the next 6 visits. Fisher knew there was something wrong because Clayton was a punctual man, and even if he couldn’t make it to a meeting of sorts he would phone up 24 hours previous to him being late. At the thought of him being either murdered or being held hostage Jason phoned up the police and inquired whether they had found a white 5 foot 9 inches male dead, and after he had found out that they had not, he inquired about whether there had been a missing report filed for a man of a same description. Neither of his suspicions where proved by the call the police station.

The following evening Clayton had turned up to the meeting place and surprised Jason...however the only reason he had been there was for a memoir of him. Clayton sneaked behind Fisher and tapped his shoulder, then placed his head near Jason’s face so when he turned around he could see him close up.
“Hyello.” He turned his head round slowly, as he was full of guilt and sorrow, but sees Clayton and jumps in shock.
“W-w-what! I-I-I- thought you were dead!”
“Well my good friend, you thought wrong...I felt like being different and not tell you for once. I went on holiday.” After the information he had just received Jason sighs deeply in relaxation at the knowledge of his companion being alive and well, but agitated because he hadn’t told him about his arrangement. He had many sleepless nights wondering what had happened to him. But six visits doesn’t seem much ...but when you visit twice a week, it is. Twenty one insomniac phases; five hundred and four hours; thirty thousand two hundred and four minutes. Finally he could sleep again, or so he thought. Even though he knew Clayton wasn’t dead or missing, there was one factor that had slipped my mind when I was telling you this part of the story. He had been to identify a body, which had turned out to be yet another John Doe. He just simply had to find out who this member of the Doe family was. He had yet another sleepless night due to the thought of this.

The sun was just rising behind the sea, making it to appear like there were fairies dancing and the surface of the water, yet another beauty of staying in the accommodations, which was £1000 per night, which also probably intrigues you slightly about what Jason had earned for a living.
Well, I’m not going to say, coz I’m mean like that. > he he evil face. Ant way back to the plot, damn straying...and again hoi.

Jason and Clayton finished their conversation, and he had headed back home. BLARGH WRITERS BLOCK!!!! STRAYING FROM STORY AGIN...if you cant guess whatever I think is going into this story and on these pages...just to confuse you ^3^

forget it...imma gona write a diff story. Or maybe not...you’ll have to wait and see, I could make it a major cliff hanger

SURPRISE...completely skip most of the story!

Jason was hanging on the cliff edge for his life (told ya it’ll be a cliff hanger) he could just faintly see the person who had pushed him off and attempted murder him. (ok I’ve lost mai story touch now v;3;v) he could only just make out the details of the face that belonged to the hit man. Oddly enough he recognised the face of one of his closest friends and let go from horror

English homework

So far everything had gone according to plan...the inspector was waiting by the cabin and the suspect was on his way. He walked suspiciously down the alleyways, with a limp as he tried to cover it to make him look less suspicious, but his plan wasn’t working, it had just made him look it all the more.

Maybe it would be better if you knew the whole story from the beginning so it would make more sense.

Jason Fisher was sat in the usual spot as he waited for his life-time friend and comrade, Clayton Dunkirk. The sun was nearly down below the mountainous hills and the sky was turning navy blue, so you could not tell the difference between sea and sky...the only visible difference was that in the sky there was flashes of yellow, that were soon disappearing. The meeting place was near a shore line, and if you were sat just in the right spot you could see the sun setting behind the hills and the shore. It was a private beach, only residents of the local accommodations were able to visit there and only on certain time were friends of the residents allowed to visit them on the beach, and there only, to make it all the more private.

On this occasion Clayton was supposed to meet up with fisher in that little place I had told you about where you could see both the dusk and the shore line. He hadn’t turned up, and hadn’t for the next 6 visits. Fisher knew there was something wrong because Clayton was a punctual man, and even if he couldn’t make it to a meeting of sorts he would phone up 24 hours previous to him being late. At the thought of him being either murdered or being held hostage Jason phoned up the police and inquired whether they had found a white 5 foot 9 inches male dead, and after he had found out that they had not, he inquired about whether there had been a missing report filed for a man of a same description. Neither of his suspicions where proved by the call the police station.

The following evening Clayton had turned up to the meeting place and surprised Jason...however the only reason he had been there was for a memoir of him. Clayton sneaked behind Fisher and tapped his shoulder, then placed his head near Jason’s face so when he turned around he could see him close up.
“Hyello.” He turned his head round slowly, as he was full of guilt and sorrow, but sees Clayton and jumps in shock.
“W-w-what! I-I-I- thought you were dead!”
“Well my good friend, you thought wrong...I felt like being different and not tell you for once. I went on holiday.” After the information he had just received Jason sighs deeply in relaxation at the knowledge of his companion being alive and well, but agitated because he hadn’t told him about his arrangement. He had many sleepless nights wondering what had happened to him. But six visits doesn’t seem much ...but when you visit twice a week, it is. Twenty one insomniac phases; five hundred and four hours; thirty thousand two hundred and four minutes. Finally he could sleep again, or so he thought. Even though he knew Clayton wasn’t dead or missing, there was one factor that had slipped my mind when I was telling you this part of the story. He had been to identify a body, which had turned out to be yet another John Doe. He just simply had to find out who this member of the Doe family was. He had yet another sleepless night due to the thought of this.

The sun was just rising behind the sea, making it to appear like there were fairies dancing and the surface of the water, yet another beauty of staying in the accommodations, which was £1000 per night, which also probably intrigues you slightly about what Jason had earned for a living.
Well, I’m not going to say, coz I’m mean like that. > he he evil face. Ant way back to the plot, damn straying...and again hoi.

Jason and Clayton finished their conversation, and he had headed back home. BLARGH WRITERS BLOCK!!!! STRAYING FROM STORY AGIN...if you cant guess whatever I think is going into this story and on these pages...just to confuse you ^3^

forget it...imma gona write a diff story. Or maybe not...you’ll have to wait and see, I could make it a major cliff hanger

SURPRISE...completely skip most of the story!

Jason was hanging on the cliff edge for his life (told ya it’ll be a cliff hanger) he could just faintly see the person who had pushed him off and attempted murder him. (ok I’ve lost mai story touch now v;3;v) he could only just make out the details of the face that belonged to the hit man. Oddly enough he recognised the face of one of his closest friends and let go from horror