JustForFun9002

In this chapter, there is some blood mentioned. So please feel free to skip where you see fit! It is only for a brief time in the chapter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You woke up, but not in your room. This place was dark and cold. There was a breeze that chilled you to your very bone. You put one hand out in front of you; you could not see it. Then, you felt something brush up against your leg. It did not feel like any animal, and it did not feel like the wind. Then came a voice cracking the silence like thunder on a stormy night.    "Come to Umendara. Come to Um

    Arthur left your room and walked over to the room's front door. You stood in your room's doorway, leaning against the frame. Arthur looked out the peephole and instantly froze. You could hear him silently cussing, and he turned to look at you. "Get ready for the most biggest migraine of your life." He opened the door and a tall man came bursting through. He had short blonde hair with a cowlick, glasses, and blue eyes. He was taller than Arthur. "Hey, hey, hey Arthur! How's it going?" Well Arthur was not wrong; he was quite loud, but honestly you found it to be pretty cute. Arthur shut the front door, "I am doing well, have you figured out

    "Ah, I think I'll have the right room," you said. You walked towards the room's doorway and looked inside. The room had (f/color) walls, and soft carpet floor. There was a small window on the wall letting in the evening sun. There was a bed and a desk, and a bathroom just to the right of the doorway. You went and placed your items on the bed and stretched. All of the stress from earlier in the day was really taking its toll on you. Flopping down on the bed the mattress began to make you sink. Its soft texture enclosed on you and made you even more sleepy than before. That was until you were jolted away by a certain someone standing in the

      After every student had been brought off the train, luckily in an orderly fashion, the first years were sent to a separate group than the others. You looked up at Arthur who had walked with you all the way from the train. “Well, I guess this is where we depart,” he said, you could take note of a bit of sadness in his voice. You looked up at him and noticed his sad smile. You frowned and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. Your hand compared to his was very small. His smile then changed to one of more joy, and he gave your hand a squeeze in return. “I hope to see you around, Arthur,” you said. After gi

        You woke up, your hair in a ratty mess, and your eyes barely able to open. You looked over at your clock, it read 2:00 A.M. You could only groan and rub your eyes. Your anxiety was kicking you very hard in the gut and you were unable to sleep. Tomorrow you would officially begin your trip to become an apprentice witch at the School of Magical Arts. You decided that because you wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon, you would just go ahead and get up to practice your magic that you would perform at the Freshman ceremony. It left you rattled to the bone, thus you could only sleep for about 30 minutes each time you closed

“(Surname)-chan!“ Oh no. Not now. Not him. He never seemed to leave you alone. Oikawa Tooru, the captain of the Aobajousai volleyball team. “(Surname)-chan!“'           You took the book you were reading and brought it closer to your face, hoping he would think you were too sucked into your book to bother you. But, sadly, he continued to try. “Oh come on, (Surname)-chan,“ he whined, “Why are you ignoring me?“ You brought the book even closer to your face, so close that it touched your (Colour) glasses. You could hear him sigh and he grabbed the book and yanked it out of your hands. You jumped

        You sighed as you tried to get him to talk to you. Arthur. Yeah, he was ignoring you. For a book. A book! You know, he could be such a git sometimes. But, you still loved him. Everything about him was perfect. His emerald green eyes, his shaggy blond hair, the way he dressed even! You let out another giant sigh. His eyes tore from the page to look at you. “( Name )? What the bloody hell do you want?“ he asked. You stood up from your position on the couch and looked at him with your ( e/Color ) eyes. “( Name ).“ you could hear annoyance in his voice. “Hmm?“ you hummed. He rolled his eyes and

Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a saint, or a sinner? If love's a fight, then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger. You had woken up that morning right next to him. Francis. Francis Bonnefoy. You sat up, a strap from your white tank top falling down your shoulder. You smiled and brushed some of his golden blond hair out of his face. You then threw your legs over the side and got out of bed. You walked to the bathroom, taking your ( h/Color ) hair and forming it into a messy bun. You picked up your mascara and put some on your eyes, not too much yet not too little. You also decided to put some light eyeshadow over your eyes and

I wake up in the morning And immediately I start to think of you I decided to cut my bangs Just to hear you say, “ What Happened? “        You woke up, yawning and stretching your arms. Your ( e/Color ) eyes looked at the time. 9 in the morning... You climbed out of bed as your over-sized white dress shirt fell down to your knees. Your hair a mess going in all directions. You slumped down your stairs as you rubbed your eyes. You let out a quiet ‘good morning’ as you saw your mother. She smiled as you entered. Today was another day in the city of London. You had just moved from ( Country/Pl

.: Time: 2:00 ~ 7 Hours Before The Dance :.        Oh, you were a nervous wreck. After what happened yesterday you really didn’t want to meet up with ( g/Name 1 ). Since it was Friday, you got off of school earlier than usual. You sighed. You really didn’t want to go to the dance but how could you have turned down your one and only crush? You began to walk home, looking at your feet as you walked. You felt something wet hit you on the back of the neck. Then you realized, it was about to rain...and you didn’t have your umbrella. You groaned. As if your day wasn’t going bad enough. Now it wa