Broken

I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long everyone (six days) I thought I posted something saying a dropped my laptop and broke it but I guess not. Anyway, to get it fixed it would cost me somewhere near three thousand dollars. I don’t have that kind of money, I’m sorry but I’m gonna be gone for a long time.

Sorry everyone.

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The next day at Monster High, Neighthan was surprised to run into the new ghoul in the halls. Unfortunately, he literally ran into her, which caused him to land flat on his back.

He smiled up to her softly,…

The zombicorn laughed. “Well, that’s how I like to think of it, anyway. Hey, do you need any help finding your class or anything?”

"Oh no thanks I got it. I was a bit lost yesterday but I think I have it down now." Wicka realised she was blushing again and lifted her books to her face to hide it.

"Okay," Neighthan said with a friendly smile as he turned to head down the hall. "Be seeing you."

"Okay bye." Wcka said as she waved. Then she turned to head to class.

Frankie looked up from her text book to see Wicka enter the room. The Frankenstein giggled as her new friend took her seat. “So… What’s with the blush, WIcka?”

"Blush? I’m not blushing." Wicka had to admit, Neighthan was cute, but that didn’t mean she had a crush. "I just forget to put on my sunblock lotion."

"A likely story from someone with dark skin," Cleo remarked from a few seats away. "Or do witches burn easier than anyone else?"

Wicka narrowed her eyes at Cleo.  ”For your information it could happen to anyone who stays in the sun too long. And I actually did forget my sunblock lotion..Thank you very much.”

"If you say so," Cleo answered, smirking and rolling her eyes a bit.

"Don’t worry, Wicka," Frankie told her. "We believe you, more or less."

Wicka was ready for the day to be over, but instead she endured her classes with her head high. “Thanks Frankie, at least you guys do.”

Frankie patted her friend on the should comfortingly. “Hey, relax! We all get embarrassed sometimes! Well, I get embarrassed most of the time, but it’s cool.”

Wicka laughed lightly. “Yeah, time to get to our last class, then I can go home.” Wicka and the ghouls went off to their last classes, and Wicka realized too late she left her wand back at the table.

Come on people ask me stuff, and I do mean ask.

I’m not a scary person, in fact I’m a loser.

I don’t kick, bite, scratch, punch, or pull hair.

I’m lonely, I need love too.

I’ll ask anything (Except inappropriate questions)

TALK TO ME PEOPLE.