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"You can't do it." They all said, glaring down at her. "Why? I want to write a book." She said, wilting under their cold stares. "Just look at how you've fallen. How are you even going to write a book? This is all your fault." they chorused. Indeed, Seanae was sprawled on the icy cobblestones. Her scraped knees were bleeding waves of crimson. "B-but you're the ones who pushed me." She whimpered. Suddenly, they all went dead quiet. Seanae looked down, embarrassed. "You can't do it." They repeated. "You can't even pick yourself up." But she did. Slowly, she dusted off her knees and limped into a standing position. "You're wrong. I can do it, and I will," she told them. And with that, "English Rose" was published. ~~~~ Pls help dis rando author ;-; I have dirt bank account and dirt writing skills but gold imagination ~~~~ Please give me viewssssss art release every 5k *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* - EVERY WEEKDAY (daily updates monday-friday and maybe on the weekends too?) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw NOT MY ART I USE DIS GENERATOR --> https://perchance.org/ai-photo-generator ART RELEASE : (I got 5k views so here it is) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gb2oLOrgMFH0WBXGh6GGutvv6uSdddlS-bMXpV-Wmpg/edit

PilinyTheYounger · Fantasia

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CHAPTER FOUR

Cordelia, I hope you feel a bit better now. I won't go down the same way you did. No way! And that all starts today. I won't get kidnapped this time. I thought, scurrying down the road. But I spoke a bit too late, because, right then I crashed headfirst into someone. I was pushed to the ground. "Well, well, look what we have here. It looks like a rat's escaped its lair." the voice said, grabbing my hair. What is wrong with everyone grabbing my hair? if you keep pulling it out like this, the heroine won't be a heroine anymore! She'll be bald!

Now there was a thug leering at me. Oh great. And this was also probably the guy who had kidnapped Cordelia the first time around. My heart dropped to my stomach, thudding wildly the entire time. Cordelia, Darling, I used to hate you for being a pushover, but I get it now. As my heart thudded even more, my fingers went cold and numb. The thug pulled out a dagger.

Bruh! Please, No! I've only been alive for three seconds - I thought, and, on cue, white-hot sparks shot out of my fingers. Oh, like a portable lightsaber. cool. Anyway, the thug's leg got sliced clean in half, and he jerked away while clutching his leg.

Oh, come on, Cordelia. I take it back. that's what you call extreme stress? You should have seen me in the finals last year. I literally passed out. Compared to that, this was a catwalk. The sparks vanished quickly, and I wiped the sweat off my brow with small fingers. I'd worry about that entire thing later. For now, there was only one place I needed to go. The gambling den.

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