A Story From a Place Called 'It.'

'"This is It." He changed the subject. 'What is It?'-------------------------'This.'"----------------------------

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I changed like 99.9999% of the story and now there's a gay robot I love it

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"Does the dog have wings?" "Sure." His response confused me.

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Azmina’s hair will be different every time i draw it because i am indecisive.

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Really quick drawing of Ryo and his wings. He’s proud of them bc wow, wings.

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     “19 year old Azmina Wudahl is missing after Thursday’s storms.” Was printed in bold across the top of the local newspaper. “A fellow student of Wudahl’s told our reporter: ‘She entered her room with some kid I’d never seen before, and never came out.’” There was a snort from over my shoulder.

    “They think I kidnapped you.” The ‘kid’ was obviously amused.

    “Well...” I gestured to our surroundings, “you kind of did.” He rolled his eyes.

    “Wudahl was a student at a private school, that did not consent to be named, in Chicago. She was often seen at various libraries.” The article read.

    “They talk about me like I’m dead.” 

    “How do you know you aren’t?” His grin was devilish.

    “...Shut up.”

    “If you have information on her whereabouts, please contact local authorites.” The picture they used of me was probably four years old. I had braces, bad acne, and was missing one of my bottom teeth. My hair was also dyed black with pink streaks. It was a phase I’d like to forget.

    “Pff. Nice picture there, Azzy.”

    “Don’t call me that.”

    “I bet your MySpace username was awesome.” His expression was smug.

    “Shut up.”

    “Koolkid69?”

    “No.”

    “Rainbowawesomeness1234?”

    “Stop!”

    “Oh, I know,” he said, “Emoblooddeath666.”

    “Oh my God.” He covered his face with his hands while he laughed. “Enough funny business! Where in the world are you taking me?”

    “You’ll see.” His tone was calm. We kept walking.