User:AssassinPaws
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This is me!
Hello. I'm a girl, who goes by the name of Abigail or Abbi. I quite enjoy games, like the Assassin's creed series. Sometimes I feel like a assassin when i'm doing missions.. And I like to pretend that, too! So do not judge. I am mentally a assassin. So if you have problems with it, COME AT ME BRO.
A bit of my hobbies.
- I do enjoy writing.
- I do art. (but i'm not that good at it)
- I film.
- And I like to dance, sometimes.
A bit of my writing.
"Okay, I am now convinced my friends are insane. We are trying to do this stupid harlem shake video..and its a pain in the ass.
"C'mon Charity! Do the harlem shake!" Layla yells.
"No thanks, Laya." I say.
"Please?" Layla asks.
"Charity! Do it! Its fun!" Carah insists.
"You guys are seriously insane. I am not being the one in the harlem shake that's in my underwear." I repeat.
"You're no fun." Carah mumbles.
"I got it from you." I giggle.
"Hey.." She says.
"Can we please do something else?" I ask, giving my best puppy dog eyes. "I don't wanna do the harlem shake for our entire sleepover."
"Ugh..fine." Layla says.
She seems like she's in a mood..she's normally a happy person. But not now. Seriously..she's getting mad over me not doing the harlem shake? That's stupid.
"What time is it?" Layla asks.
"Umm.." I start, grabbing my phone. "7:22."
"YES!" Carah yells.
"What?" I ask. "My ear..by the way..Ow!"
"Oops." Carah says. "Sorry Charity.."
"How could you forget?!" Layla asks, excitedly. "Our Maroon 5 concert is at eight!"
"Well. Its time to get the outfits ready then." Carah says, jumping out of her spot.
Well. Carah absolutely loves fashion..she takes it way to seriously sometimes. She always knows the latest fashion trends and has seen every single episode of 'Project runway'. But Layla..she's the tomboy type. She doesn't seem to like all of the stuff most girls like, but she does fangirl over 'One direction' sometimes..I'm not much of a fan..but she loves them. But she does love Maroon 5 too. But me..
I'm a different story.
I am a mix of the two, unlike Carah. Fashion is really my last concern..and I'm a tad bit more like Layla. I do seem like a tomboy..but I can like girly stuff too.
"Charity!" Carah yells.
"Oh sorry, what?" I ask.
"What were you thinking about?" Carah asks me, looking at her closet.
"I am not wearing that dress Carah." I say.
"Why not?" She pouts. "It would look great on you!"
"Carah..to remind you this is a Maroon 5 concert and not prom."
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"No no no no!" Carah shouts. "You absolutely cannot wear that!"
"But Carah.." Layla insists.
"Lets just go." I say.
Layla is wearing a plain grey shirt, with white pants and black converse. But Carah was wearing a neon red shirt with a pink skirt and heels. And i'm wearing a plain white shirt with normal pants and boots.
"Fine." She says.
I mentally fist pump to myself.
"Ok lets go." I say.
"No! We can't go yet! We haven't met them yet!!" Layla shouts, earning us a few stares.
Right now Layla seriously wants to meet the band, and i'm freaking out honestly. She gets scary! Me and Carah are trying to drag her back to the car.
"You can't make me leave! We haven't met them! Charity you said we'd meet them!" Layla repeats.
"I said nothing." I say.
"WAIT CHARITY STOP FOR A SECOND!" Layla yells. "What's that box? It looks like its shining, is it shining?"
Carah looks back at me, then at Layla, then back to me.
"Charity..the box..it is glowing." Carah says, with a shocked expression.
"Lets just leave it..it can't be good." I say.
"Charity..it..it..you can be a grump later you don't see something like this everyday.." Layla says.
I sigh and go over to the box, and pick it up.
"We look at it when we get home.." I say, feeling defeated.
"Yay!"Layla says excitedly.
"I don't think this is a good idea." I say.
"Trying can't hurt anything, though. Its probably just a prank." Carah says. "To fool someone like Layla.."
"Hey!" Layla shouts.
I giggle and get in the car.
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Me and the girls pile on to Carah's bed and I set the box down.
"It isn't too late to throw it outside." I say.
"No!" Layla shouts. "We are doing this."
"But what exactly are we 'doing'?" Carah asks.
"I don't know. Lets just.." Layla starts.
"Ok..how about we all put our hands on it at the count of three?"
"Wow..for once Charity..you helped." Layla says.
Hey.
I help.
A lot actually.
Hmph..
"Okay.." Carah starts. "One.."
"Two.." Layla continues.
"Three!" I finish.
"GO!" We all say at the same time.
When we all put our hands on it, I felt a strong, painful sensation on my arm. It feels like it is tugging on my arm. Everything in the room, starts to fade, as white starts to fill the room. The pain feeling is gone, and fear has replaced it. After a few minutes, Carah, Layla and I are all in a white room.
"This is all your fault Layla!" Carah yells.
"No, don't even start to do this blame game." I say, annoyed. "You agreed with it, we all did, its all of our faults."
"Charity's right.." Layla says.
"No she isn't! Its your fault! Your the one that pointed out that box in the first place!"
Before Layla could reply, she faded into nothing. Which scared the crap out of me and Carah.
"What just happened..?" Carah asked, scared.
"Layla faded into nothing-ness..that's what happened." I say, pointing out the obvious.
"Shut up!" She says. "Is that gonna happen to us?"
"Maybe.." I mumble.
She looks at me, then starts crying.
After about two minutes, Carah fades away herself. Leaving me by myself. I wonder where they went though. Are they even alive? No, don't think like that. They probably are back home, and i'm next, right?!
I have to be next.....
I just have to be.
ITS COLD IN HERE.
So I just sit, and I wait. Just wait, wait for myself to fade back home. It's gonna be a long time.
After a few minutes I feel that fading feeling, and it sucks. I mean, its good i'm going home..but the feeling is just weird. I see the building's re-appearing. Great, i'm somewhere deep in Georgia..
But..of course.
I'm not in Georgia..
It looks like i'm in Italy.
But not, Italy..
Italy in the past.
Joy."
I am aware i'm not that good at writing, but if you like it I post my work Here
And a bit of my art, also.
Here is my chibi Desmond Miles.
And that's all I can post, but I post my work on Deviantart.