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NOTE: my other account in use on here is Troubled Flux. Yes, I have two accounts-by accident. I was already signed up for Troubled Flux when our e-mail address changed. I had to re-register. So no one go screaming at me "OMG YOU STOLE UEF!!!" or anything else I may have re-used from that account, etc, etc, etc. I often re-use my ideas. So feh. Bite me.
If you need proof, you'll see that on the Troubled Flux account, it mentions my real e-mail address (the one displayed above). You can't e-mail the address displayed on Troubled Flux-tjsmith03@comcast.net-because that one is dead. Buried. Obliterated. Incinerated. (OMG THAT RHYMES...AWESOMENESS...) Gone. Seriously. Don't bother trying to e-mail it. If you do...I don't know what'll happen if you do.
Nubis- Your computer will explode!!!
Kogurae-...O-kay. Right. What they said. (Pokes Nubis) Did you take your happy pill this morning, Nubis?
I'm also found on:------Under the username:
amateurwriting.com----Troubled Flux
Unicorn Boy
In the future. May lives alone with her father on the outskirts of town. She doesn't talk much or interact with the other kids at school,especially not the most popular boy,A'en, who leads the pack of jerks that used to tease her mercilessly. She avoids him, he avoids her, and things are fine.
But things stop being fine when she and him are assigned to be partners for a history project. May doesn't like it, but she grits her teeth and bears it in spite of the rather harsh things he says to her and his snubbing her every chance he gets. But May starts to see there's more to A'en than anyone knows, and that the nickname "Unicorn Boy" they gave him when he first showed up in second grade is a lot closer to the truth than anyone ever suspected...
Coming Soon:
Forty Fun Things to do To a Physchiatrist
Just what it says. A crazy list I made up in class with a couple friends. Yes, people, we are that sad...
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