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 It was just an ordinary day, the sun was out and there were few clouds in the sky. There were birds chirping in the air singing their annoying songs for all to here. But today was something special, it was Christmas eve. Your best friend Mathias had decided it was time to bake some Christmas cookies so he invited you over to the Nordics house to help. Needless to say you were excited. You stopped in front of their house then knocked and waited patiently. After a minute or so you were getting tired of waiting and was about to text Matt when it opened to reveal someone you've never seen before. He had short blonde hair with a cross clip on the

 (WARNING: Self harm and depression, may be triggering.)  As (Name) came home from school, she plopped down on her bed. Sighing with relief, knowing that she was away from the people who tormented her. She never understood why those people bullied her, she never did anything wrong. The only friends you actually had, were you three best friends. Gilbert, Mathais, and Alfred. You loved the three of them dearly, and you knew they loved you back. But the pain you had been through, with those bullies, just won't go away. You wanted to tell your friends about the problems, but you didn't want them to have to deal with it. It was not something

  Today Arthur had taken you to Matthew's house to spend the night. He was almost like a big brother to you and you loved him very much. You and Arthur arrived at Matthew's house and you were excited. "Do you wanna knock on the door this time ______?" Arthur said picking you up. "Yesh Pwease." You said leaning over to knock. You knocked on the door 2 times and smiled. Matthew opened the door and had a beaming smile, "Oh you guys are here! Please come inside." Matthew said backing away from the door. You and Arthur walk in, where he sets you down on the ground. "Okay Matthew, she already has her backpack with clothes inside. Just make sure s

“Dude....I am so bored,” “I know....what time is it?” He lifted his wrist to his face, squinting looking at nothing but bare skin. “…..My arm doesn’t tell time dude, can yours?” I looked at my arm covered in metal or rubber bracelets. “I’ve got eight,” He snorted a short laugh, “How can a watch tell time if it doesn’t have a clock?” We both started to laugh to ourselves and I slowly sat up with blood shot eyes. “Dude, I don’t even have one on me? How do I know what time it is? Do I even have eyes to watch my watch?” Gilbert sat up next