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As a small compensation that the last chapter took so long, I thought: I'll show you alternative ways how the story could have gone.
1. the bloodthirsty hunter:
In the beginning, Jaguar was supposed to be the antagonist of the story. He should have slightly grey skin and be more like Frankenstein's creature. He should be Talon's most brutal killer and be known for drinking the blood of his victims and because of his enormous regeneration he is almost impossible to kill. The real hero should be a bounty hunter, whose family was once killed by Jaguar, right in front of his eyes.
He or she (this was not yet certain) should join Overwatch to find Jaguar and take revenge on him. For this purpose he/she has made a spear of shining blue metal, which blocks his regeneration. In the end the hero, with Tracer's help (the two have come very close in the course of the story), defeats Jaguar by ramming the spear into Jaguar's heart. Jaguar's corpse then disintegrates, leaving only a black skeleton with silver teeth. The hero then decides to stay with Overwatch and with Tracer.


2. the next generation:
Another idea was: Overwatch stormed a secret lab and Tracer found a kid with silver teeth and claws. Overwatch takes care of him and with his curiosity and skills he often causes chaos. 20 years later he is the leader of a new generation of Overwatch agents.


2.5. The voice:
My actual desired candidate for Jaguar's voice was the actor and musician Sascha Rotermund (voice of Benedict Cumberbatch in The Hobbit, Star Trek and the Marvel movies, Jon Hamm, Armie Hammer, Dan Stevens in "Beauty and the Beast" or currently as the voice of Mandalorian in the series. Furthermore many audio books and audio plays.
    
However, he was already the German voice of Baptiste. So someone new had to be found.


3. the special investigator:
One plan was for Jaguar, instead of a pirate, to be a "Special Investigator of the British Kingdom". So someone who would be called in when " strange" things happened. Agents of the secret service found him in the jungle and brought him (after he bit off a commander's hand) to England. Where they trained him (not completely voluntarily) as a special investigator. He was dismissed, however, and spent his time as a bounty hunter, private investigator and adventure. He is supported by an AI called MINA, which is on a microchip transplanted into him. MINA is very childish and rebellious, the two often fight over words. After meeting Overwatch several times, he later joined them.
The idea comes from the German audio play series: "Oscar Wilde and Mycroft Holmes Special Investigator of the Crown" and "Cyberdetective" in which Sascha Rotermund plays the leading role in both.
P. S. Jaguar's story he reads to the agents is the content of Frank Schätzing's novel " Tod und Teufel" (engl. "Death and Devil"). With the difference that the novel is set in Cologne and that not the Queen but the bishop is to be murdered.
The ghost train story is a tribute to the Audible audio play series "Ghostsitter". The first part is now also available in English on Audible. Take the risk to listen to it, it's worth it.


What do you think, would you guys have liked one of the stories better?

A dangerous killer, who was thought to be dead long ago, has emerged from obscurity and calls Overwatch into action. But is he really the real enemy?

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Spoiler:
Tracer x OC

Item #: SCP-041
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-041 is to be hospitalized at Bio-Research Area 12. Though not Keter class, should SCP-041's abilities ever propagate beyond a reasonably containable area, the risk of SCP sensitive information being broadcast to the public remains too great a risk and warrants Area-Level isolation away from the general populace. SCP personnel wanting to keep their thoughts private are advised to remain outside of a fifteen meter radius from SCP-041, beyond the designated red circle on the floor.
It is beneficial to the mental health of SCP-041 to have a "sitter" in the room who watches television and concentrates on its programming. This allows SCP-041 to effectively "watch" television through the mind of someone else. The optimal sitter is a class-D personnel with below-average intelligence whose mind does not wander or have more than one train of thought at a time. Though not mind control, SCP-041 has used its abilities to coerce sitters into watching programming that they don't themselves enjoy. SCP-041's tastes vary between gore/slasher films (having even expressed interest in "snuff") and children's programming.
Description: SCP-041 is a male human suffering from irreversible damage to his central nervous system, which is believed to have been caused by an infection of a rare strain of bacterial meningitis. Although antibiotics were successful in clearing the infection, the membranes surrounding his brain and spinal cord had reacted to the infection by severing many neurons connecting the central nervous system to the rest of the body. SCP-041 must rely on a respirator to sustain his breathing, a biventricular pacemaker to keep his heart beating, and a naso-gastric tube to provide nutrition.
Visually, SCP-041 appears to be in a persistent vegetative state. However, observers in the presence of SCP-041 begin to realize that their thoughts, along with everyone else's in about a 10-meter radius from SCP-041, are broadcast in a semi-audible fashion. Aside from being the source, SCP-041 is also capable of broadcasting his own thoughts to those present. Anyone forming an idea using words will have those thoughts unwillingly transmitted to others in this range as "mind-audible speech," which cannot be recorded by any known equipment. (Correction: see Addendum-01). Mind-audible speech may be "heard" using whatever voice a subject chooses to think with; most typically this is the subject's normal voice (see Document-01).
Visual thoughts and images are broadcast as well, but are not received as readily. Images are most effectively transmitted when both the sender and receiver have their eyes closed, the sender concentrates on a single object without environment or background, and the receiver's mind is clear of conscious thoughts. Communication between subjects using visual images, particularly those not rooted in memory but in imagination, is usually difficult. The sender typically has trouble conceiving a highly-detailed mental object from a single point of view, while the receiver will often try to fill in gaps of missing information, ultimately resulting in the receiver seeing a different image from what was sent. The most difficult imagery to be successfully broadcast appears to be a person's face, particularly if the image is one of a person in motion.
Although able to transmit his thoughts to others, SCP-041 is not very "talkative." Attempts to persuade SCP-041 to divulge any information about his abilities have been so far fruitless. SCP-041 is typically silent and normally will not respond to any direct attempts at communication. However, SCP-041 appears to have a sense of humor, as he interjects occasional comments into conversations of others.
Addendum-01: While researcher ███████ ███████ was taking voice notes using a digital audio recorder, a fellow researcher was changing the television in SCP-041's room. While the television was on a channel of static, disembodied voices could be heard filtered through the white noise. Attempts to record mind-audible speech with white-noise generators and sound-recording equipment have begun to yield modest results, though most audio is garbled, and recorded sounds may or may not be voices and are widely left toward individual interpretations.
Addendum-02: "It has come to my attention that several personnel have used SCP-041 as an ad-hoc 'she likes me/she likes me not' detector. This is one of the most appalling things I've ever heard. Are we safeguarding potentially world-destroying objects or are we in third grade?" — Dr. Klein.
Document-01: Researcher's Quote: "Ya know, the first time I was in that room with Kent and forty-one, I kept hearing this singing. It was this little girl's voice singing some kid's song. It wasn't the TV and it definitely wasn't a radio… It was in our heads… ya know. So I think, 'Ya know, if I was stuck in bed, without anything else to do, I'd sing like a little girl too.' And then this voice comes into my head, 'Hey, it's not me… I don't know that tune", and then ol' Kent looks at me, gone all white in the face… ya know."
Note: This event occurred after SCP-239was placed in a chemically-induced coma. Any connection between the two SCPs is currently unconfirmed.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-041
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-041 is to be hospitalized at Bio-Research Area 12. Though not Keter class, should SCP-041's abilities ever propagate beyond a reasonably containable area, the risk of SCP sensitive information being broadcast to the public remains too great a risk and warrants Area-Level isolation away from the general populace. SCP personnel wanting to keep their thoughts private are advised to remain outside of a fifteen (15) meter radius from SCP-041, beyond the designated red circle on the floor.
It is beneficial to the mental health of SCP-041 to have a "sitter" in the room who watches television and concentrates on its programming. This allows SCP-041 to effectively "watch" television through the mind of someone else. The optimal sitter is a class-D personnel with below-average intelligence whose mind does not wander or have more than one train of thought at a time. Though not mind control, SCP-041 has used its abilities to coerce sitters into watching programming that they don't themselves enjoy. SCP-041's tastes vary between gore/slasher films (having even expressed interest in "snuff") and children's programming.
Description: SCP-041 is a male human suffering from irreversible damage to his central nervous system, which is believed to have been caused by an infection of a rare strain of bacterial meningitis. Although antibiotics were successful in clearing the infection, the membranes surrounding his brain and spinal cord had reacted to the infection by severing many neurons connecting the central nervous system to the rest of the body. SCP-041 must rely on a respirator to sustain his breathing, a biventricular pacemaker to keep his heart beating, and a naso-gastric tube to provide nutrition.
Visually, SCP-041 appears to be in a persistent vegetative state. However, observers in the presence of SCP-041 begin to realize that their thoughts, along with everyone else's in about a 10-meter radius from SCP-041, are broadcast in a semi-audible fashion. Aside from being the source, SCP-041 is also capable of broadcasting his own thoughts to those present. Anyone forming an idea using words will have those thoughts unwillingly transmitted to others in this range as "mind-audible speech," which cannot be recorded by any known equipment. (Correction: see Addendum-01). Mind-audible speech may be "heard" using whatever voice a subject chooses to think with; most typically this is the subject's normal voice (see Document-01).
Visual thoughts and images are broadcast as well, but are not received as readily. Images are most effectively transmitted when both the sender and receiver have their eyes closed, the sender concentrates on a single object without environment or background, and the receiver's mind is clear of conscious thoughts. Communication between subjects using visual images, particularly those not rooted in memory but in imagination, is usually difficult. The sender typically has trouble conceiving a highly-detailed mental object from a single point of view, while the receiver will often try to fill in gaps of missing information, ultimately resulting in the receiver seeing a different image from what was sent. The most difficult imagery to be successfully broadcast appears to be a person's face, particularly if the image is one of a person in motion.
Although able to transmit his thoughts to others, SCP-041 is not very "talkative." Attempts to persuade SCP-041 to divulge any information about his abilities have been so far fruitless. SCP-041 is typically silent and normally will not respond to any direct attempts at communication. However, SCP-041 appears to have a sense of humor, as he interjects occasional comments into conversations of others.
Addendum-01: While researcher ███████ ███████ was taking voice notes using a digital audio recorder, a fellow researcher was changing the television in SCP-041's room. While the television was on a channel of static, disembodied voices could be heard filtered through the white noise. Attempts to record mind-audible speech with white-noise generators and sound-recording equipment have begun to yield modest results, though most audio is garbled, and recorded sounds may or may not be voices and are widely left toward individual interpretations.
Addendum-02: "It has come to my attention that several personnel have used SCP-041 as an ad-hoc 'she likes me/she likes me not' detector. This is one of the most appalling things I've ever heard. Are we safeguarding potentially world-destroying objects or are we in third grade?" — Dr. Klein.
Document-01: Researcher's Quote: "Ya know, the first time I was in that room with Kent and forty-one, I kept hearing this singing. It was this little girl's voice singing some kid's song. It wasn't the TV and it definitely wasn't a radio… It was in our heads… ya know. So I think, 'Ya know, if I was stuck in bed, without anything else to do, I'd sing like a little girl too.' And then this voice comes into my head, 'Hey, it's not me… I don't know that tune", and then ol' Kent looks at me, gone all white in the face… ya know."
Note: This event occurred after SCP-239 was placed in a chemically-induced coma. Any connection between the two SCPs is currently unconfirmed.

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
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And more viewer and follower

The leader froze for a bit and then nodded, "His first attempt of assassination failed. But it all happened because that man was just lucky. Boss had planned to drug him and then had asked the mercenaries to kill him. But that didn't go as planned. That man didn't have the drugged drink, instead of him one of our spy had consumed that drink and was mistakenly killed by the mercenaries, thinking that he was the real target. So the plan had failed miserably. From that moment on boss hated whenever the prey didn't fall into his trap. At the least, he would have been less sad if that man had consumed the drink." The leader's voice was barely audible at the end.



"Are you kidding me? Do you think our boss would be a little less sadden if he were to know that the man who was drugged escaped? Wouldn't that be a greater failure? At least boss had a reason to give that the man wasn't even drugged."



The leader shook his head, "Do you think our boss's brain works like a normal person. He is the complete opposite. You better not offend him and don't ever speak in front of him unless asked to, if you don't want your head to be cut off."



The most curious of them spoke this time, "What happened next?"



"Boss was angered by the failure and had killed the mercenaries as well as the spies who were involved in that plan. You know his temper, he is akin to a raging volcano which can erupt at any time, without prior notice. He had later tried several times to kill that man but..." He didn't complete his sentence, leaving the other to assume whatever they wanted to.



He continued, "You see I don't know why he was lucky so many times, and also this time. After getting failure from the continuous assassination, he decided to use some simple people rather than the mercenaries. And you can already see what happened to them." 


The leader turned towards the screen on the wall, he unmuted the audio for the barks to be heard clearly this time, which were less audible up until now; due to the wall separating them.


The other four stared coldly at the scene without any emotions as they were trained to be emotionless. 


They had seen more crueler scenes that this. They normally lived a happy to go life. They would laugh at jokes and tease each other, but whenever they would come across a bloody scene, then automatically their disposition would change into something bloodthirsty. It was as though they were hypnotized.


Muting the audio the leader continued, "Before coming to Viroflay, I was living in Marseille, which was the boss's hometown. I used to work as a messenger before becoming an mercenary. I used to deliver messages to boss from all over the country and in turn would get handsomely paid for it. One day he offered me this mercenary job and as the pay was high compared to the first job, I readily agreed. After going through a tough training I became a Green card holder. And slowly after accomplishing my tasks and improving my fighting skills, I climbed higher and that's how I became a Red card holder now."

After that fateful night, everything changed for Jennifer. Gone was the girl who used to smile and laugh along with others, cry in their pain and help them in their need. What remained was only an emotionless vessel who just had one aim in her life: Revenge.

--

"No one can control me anymore!! I will live my life as per my wish." She said with hatred in her voice. 

....

"Heh...Love is what? The best thing that happened to you?? Tsk..tsk..such a fool. Remember, love is just another name of destruction. The ones who believe in love are all fools. I was also one of them, but not now. I will never fall in love again. Also, don't come crying to me once you face a betrayal." 

....

"What will it take for you to accept me?" 

Jennifer looked at the man as if he had grown two heads!!

"Mister I have told this earlier too, I don't want to get into a relationship, so why not stop chasing after me?"

....

"Please tell me what should I do to make you mine?" The man pleaded.

Annoyed by his questions about the same thing again and again, Jennifer finally replied, "If you can defeat me in a fight, I will think about it." 

She was quite confident that no one could defeat her.

------
 
"You lost...."

"No, this can't be true right," murmured Jennifer. She was totally confused and shocked. Never did she think that 'he' would be able to defeat her. 

"So what do you want?" She asked with confusion laced in her voice.

"Are you sure you will fulfil my wish?" He smiled much to her displeasure.

"Yes, I never back down on my words." She spoke back with gritted teeth, showing her displeasure, even though she knew this decision of hers might lead her into something complex.

"Marry Me," He demanded.

"Wait what?!! But you are gay right?" This was her immediate response to his demand. Who in their sane mind would want to marry a gay? That too with the man with whom she was previously in a fake relationship.

He chuckled and slowly bent down near her ear "You will know when you will marry me" he whispered.

"You..."

----

Torn between the battle of her brain and heart, Jennifer doesn't know what she should choose? 

Should she listen to her brain which was constantly signalling her of the alert or should she follow her heart, which would pound erratically for some handsome 'devil'?

Because of her traumatic past, Jennifer had sworn never to fall in love again. To never let her heart skip a beat again for someone. But she fails, terribly; when a certain dashing devil enters into her dark world.

Will this devilishly handsome man break the walls of her heart? 

Will he be able to help her past her traumas and her insecurities?

....

But wait! Who the hell is this man?

Well...for that stay tuned and continue to read the story!!


*It's a slow burn book, hope you enjoy it.


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Authors note: hello guys as you will read I mention audible near the end. But that's the thing I don't have audible for audiobooks but I use free stuff like YouTube. Don't take it the wrong way, thank you

After I woke up I asked Nicole for how long I was asleep, she told me she never realized I was asleep. It was mean, because does that mean that I look so ugly everyday. I thought I looked cute or just like a normal human being. It's sad really. But the good thing is that it seems our teacher didn't notice, she probably thought I was just lying on my desk. 
"did you do the reading" she asks out of nowhere. 
"wait what, we had reading to do?!" om shocked I think I forgot about it completely. 
"oh my gosh I can't believe you forgot about it, she'll kill you if you can't answer the questions." she laughs a little as she pats my shoulders as if I were crying. 
"shit, and that's the thing I'm already failing those quizzes. Like at least with those quizzes I read some of it." I say sighing, I never really read any of the books she assigned. I would either read a summary of the chapter online or do nothing. 
"go listen to the audio book, I mean we have a period before class." she says, as she pulls out her headphones to hand me one. I receive before popping it in my ear. 
"Do you have, audible or are you going to use YouTube?"
"YouTube, I don't really use audiobooks that often so YouTube is enough. Listen to it during class." she says standing up from the stairs. 
"thanks Dana." I thank her as I follow her out the stairway and into the hall. I'm glad she reminded me of the book if not I would have forgotten about the test and reading. 

They have problems and they don't realize it in other words.

Initially, he had thought that she would sound like an unreasonable brat, the sort of immature pampered little mistress who would berate and blame Soul Fighter.
He was prepared to join forces with Soul Fighter to make her cry.
But unexpectedly, the voice that he heard over the audio was light and sweet, and what she said surprised the two boys. "Amazing player, teach me how to play then. If you instructed me, I wouldn't be such a fool."
Shen Liangchuan was speechless.
As was Soul Fighter.
He wasn't sure how Soul Fighter felt at that moment, but her attitude made him do a double take.
Soul Fighter fell silent at once.
Since she had already humbly addressed him as an amazing player, what else could he say?
Secondly, the person he was dealing with was a gentle girl, and he had always been kinder with his words to them.
Hence, he cleared his throat and said, "Let's get Zi Chuan instruct you."
Shen Liangchuan was flabbergasted.
Since he was given this task…
He helplessly did what he had to do and, under his instruction, they won the match.
The moment before the match ended, Xiao Qiao was shouting, "Amazing player, you're too dashing! Except that…"
Before she could finish speaking, the game ended and the audio was cut off.
Except what?
Shen Liangchuan was curious.
After the match, both Soul Fighter and he didn't want to carry her anymore, hence, they started a new match.
After they concluded their new match, he found that Xiao Qiao had sent him a private message:
[Xiao Qiao: Amazing idol, I didn't finish what I was saying. You were an amazing instructor, but you have a pretty terrible voice!]
Shen Liangchuan was flabbergasted.
[Xiao Qiao: Amazing idol, why did you stop teaching me? Teach me in the next game! I'll wait for you.]
When he saw this message, he paused. At the same time, another new message came in:
[Xiao Qiao: Amazing idol, I see you've finished your game. Teach me, teach me, teach me!]
Shen Liangchuan was flabbergasted.
Had she been watching him all this time?
He sighed and sent a private message to Soul Fighter:
[Zi Chuan: Carry Xiao Qiao for another game?]
Soul Fighter's reply came back.
[Soul Fighter: Chuan Zi, are you in love with her?]
In love?
The remark puzzled Shen Liangchuan. He had only just gotten to know Xiao Qiao, so could he be in love with her?
At that time, he just found her difficult to shake away and, if he didn't agree to her request, she might send many more messages.
Besides, how was it that he didn't remember the content of Soul Fighter's reply being this?
At this point, Soul Fighter sent another private message.
Shen Liangchuan opened the message. A sentence written in red immediately appeared on his screen.
[Soul Fighter: So you are not going to avenge me?]
Shen Liangchuan suddenly jumped in fright and his eyes snapped open. He sat up with a start.
Then he realized that he had been dreaming again.
He took in big gulps of air, hand on his chest. He felt his heart racing wildly.
He lifted his head and knitted his brows, looking at the clock.
His pupils shrank at once.
He had only slept for ten minutes.
Ten minutes.
His head was throbbing like it was going to split apart.
It was from the lack of rest.
He lay down and shut his eyes, trying to force these thoughts out of his mind. But he just could not get to sleep.
Anxiety welled up in him again as he turned to lie on his side.
At this point, he heard the room door being pushed open quietly.
Although that sound was barely audible and normally he wouldn't have noticed it, now it was amplified many times, causing him to frown.


They say the greatest blessing is marrying the idol you always dreamed of.

But Qiao Lian knows that reality is different...

The Internet claims that Best Actor Shen Liangchuan is a male god who is unaffected by any sexual drive, but Qiao Lian vehemently disagrees. It's a lie!

After finally carrying out the contract, Qiao Lian burst out, "I want a divorce! I don't want such a life!"

This isn't so much a funny story as it is an Ironic one. So as you know I'm dyslexic, which means reading is... hard. but as you can probably tell I love writing, and I also love stories, so what I do is listen to audio books (insert predictable audible ad here). I actually get them from the library online. But libraries, despite not actually housing the medium I like, are actually really soothing to me. For example, I'm writing this in a library. Despite only recently discovering that I love books I have always enjoyed being in a library. Like not to read but just being there, organizing books was something I really enjoyed especially as a kid. I know "what a weird kid" but the library in my elementary school let me push the book cart around and put things away and I loved it. You might ask when I had the time to do this. And that's where the funny part is...
So in fifth grade my school did this thing to prepare you for middle school, they separated every day into four classes and with your homeroom you rotated through each of the classrooms with a different teacher. My teacher for reading did this thing where if you earned it you got the privilege of going to the library to read during personal reading time. 
I of course, being the goody too shoes that I am got my pass very quickly and proceeded to read at the library everyday. But then I discovered this love of organizing books, and reading became my second priority. Eventually the librarian caught on and told my teacher but it was all cool. I mean I had to read in the classroom again but I wasn't mad at thew librarian, she was super cool. She let us check out our own books sometimes, though this was a job only the fifth graders got to do when she was doing something else in the library. 
The library is always the part of the school that matters most to me, if a school's library is small, uncomfortable or just down right depressing then I won't like the school. I spend most of my time in libraries. I mean even though I don't like reading physical books a lot I still like the idea of having a physical version of a story I love. This causes a habit, If a read/listen to a book that I really like, as in its on my "Top 100 favorite Books" list then I find a copy when I can. Sadly I don't have the money for pretty box sets so all of my copies of my favorite books are from Goodwill. This makes for some patchwork book series sets but I like it, it adds character. At least that's what I tell myself when I pass the pretty hard cover limited addition box sets at Barnes and Nobles.
My dad runs an Ebay business, he sells used books, like from estate sales or library sales, or goodwill. He mostly deals in the bigger names/more collectible stuff, like he sells a lot of Stephan King. But sometimes when he goes to goodwill I tag along and look for a copy of my favorite books. One time I found the book "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" and I nearly squealed. Its one of those books that is just really moving. So I convinced my dad to get it for me. And now I have a copy of a book that I will never use but it will comfort me. Its like having a physical manifestation of the characters and story you love. When its an online audio book it can feel very intangible, its also nice to be able to see your favorite quotes on paper.

Being fifteen is hard, but it’s really hard when your not neurotypical. I probably spelled that wrong, this isn’t a quirky way of telling you I’m dyslexic I just genuinely tried my best and spelled that how I thought it was spelled and they put a red line under it. But I’m also Autistic/have Autism, ADHD, and of course Anxiety because there is no other way to complete my triple A battery of mental disorders. 
Now this is collection of all the stupid stuff I’ve done, all my mini misadventures. 
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