This is just gonna be a journal that I write down what happens in my daily life that I am going to try and keep up with. This IS NOT going to be a professionally made journal so I don't really care how my grammar is, but other than that I am going to try to write something down after my day is over.
Grim is the older sister of Death the kid and was there all during the war between the DWMA and Arachnophobia that was one year ago. Now things in Death City were back to normal, students at the DWMA were attending class again, Maka was still getting straight A's, Soul was still a cool guy, Kid was still a symmetry freak, Liz was afraid of creepy stuff, Patty still loved giraffes, Tsubaki was as nice as ever and Black*star was still well..Black*star. As for Grim, she tried to become stronger. Everything was fine until a old enemey from Grim's past returns, bringing memories she wants to forget back. It will take every will in her body to protect the ones she holds dear safe and sound.
Everybody knows Adrien's tight schedule, or Marinette's waking up late. But how would the Kwami's go about their lives, if they were human and with no responsibilities or commands like, "Plagg, claws out!" Or "Tikki, spots on!"? Better yet, if they were in a dorm? Read to find out! *DISCLAIMER* All characters belong to Thomas Astruc, and none of this art is mine. However, the Plot is.
โ and when my time is up, have I done enough? will they tell my story? โAsami Uchiha knew death the moment she was born. Her family fell to war that was not their own, not their fathers, or their father's father, but to men that existed many years before them whose names were long forgotten. Asami may not have known it when she took that first breath, but she would create a legacy that would last for generations to come. WARRING STATES ERA
A girls truth. A diary of someone who is a observer and watches something. The truth was spilled and she is the reason. This chapter is a about the starting of a great school year
The first time Mr Collins touched me it seemed harmless. We were in his classroom, alone. His hand burned my shoulder, in an attempt to console me. But at the time I didnโt want โharmlessโโor โinnocentโ or โfriendlyโ or โbenignโโto describe his hands on my shoulders. I craved the opposite. I just wanted him to kiss me. I thought I would die, if I ever left school, without kissing him- Mr Collins. Anastasia Bell was just another messed up teenager in a messed up world. She was nothing unique, she was ordinary, forgettable even. The type of kid who sat at the back of the classroom and kept herself to herself. Then came Mr Collins: Young, handsome, charming, mysterious? For the first time ever someone was interested in Anastasia. And the more attention he gave her, the more her infatuation grew. It was a recipe for disaster. Student/TeacherI'm new to this all writing thing so just bare with me yeah?
Hendrie Choi walking on the chaotic waves of life and throughout his journey wading through life. He founds love, heartbreak, friendships and life lessons along the way. Will he ever get to open his eyes and see every moment in life is a dazzling gift?