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TGD chapter 12: FINALY!!Chapter 12: a new form and a new face(My pov)I was walking through the woods listening to Hallelujah. I looked at my map.“Looks like if I keep going this way I’ll find the portal.” I was interrupted by movement out of the corner of my eye. I put my headphone around my neck and turned off the music. I heard the rustling of leaves coming from my right. I took out my bow and loaded an arrow and pointed at the bush.“Alright, come on out! I know your there.” Nothing. “If you don’t come out on the count of three, I will shoot” still nothing “1. 2…” a guy stood up from the bushes pointing a bow and arrow at me. ‘Great. A standoff’“Put the arrow down and we won’t hurt ya.”“Who’s ‘we’? I only see ‘you’.” Before I could say ‘oh god’ I was surrounded by archers pointing at me.“Them ‘we’”I took out the arrow and put i
TGD: book 1:chap 11 the memoryCHAPTER 11: the memory“So that was real?” I was standing in Sky’s office. Of course almost everything was budder. He was pacing around his office still wearing his PJ’s. it was still dark outside and the mobs were being, well you know, mobs.“As real as my foot.”“Can I see the badge again?”“Sure.” I handed the badge to him.“Seems legit.” He gave it back.“That means I have to leave.” I sighed. I finally found a place I can call home and now I have to leave it. Great.(Time skip cause I’m good like that)Ty woke up an hour before I left. He still had a huge headache and he couldn’t walk without getten dizzy. So I went to see him before I left.“Whao. That’s some bruise.”“Blame the squids” Ty showed me where he got hit. His whole forehead was black and blue.“You’re lucky there aren’t any gashes or cuts.”“I’m even more luc
MCR: Gestures.It began with a gesture, and a rude gesture at that, to tell me that all of my previous thoughts had been wrong. I always figured that Frank Iero was a faggot. The clothes, the make-up, the way he acted around his friends
well, it all screamed gay to me.Of course, high school boys will be boys, running around and acting like they're faggots to get a laugh out of everybody. Frank Iero was one of those boys. He was practically the main one they all went to, hoping to get a quick laugh out of the other students. Picking people up, holding them, humping their backs, and cupping their asses, well, Frank was an expert at that. So, it wasn't my fault he liked to mislead others; besides, I was one of his frequent victims of these random acts.But, relying on my observations and my undeniable feelings, I went up to him after school, all the while trying to quiet down my beating heart. I leaned against the locker beside his own, staring at him, my bag over my shou