I woke up from a pleasant dream. Still a little bit dazed, I thrusted myself off the bed, my Blonde hair in my face.
"Cake?" I couldnt smell anything burning, so I shrugged it off and scanned the room for my clothes.
".. There they are! " Dashing over, I grabbed them, changed , and searched my room for my sword.
"Erm, Cake? Do you know where I left my sword?" No reply. I got a little bit worried by that, a pit of fear in my stomach being created. I called again. "Cake?" Suddenly, a gust of wind came in. "Fi?"
I know that voice. " Marshall? " I raced towards the kitchen, suprised that he had visited, with the fact that Cake doesnt even
March 16th
My dog just had the smelliest 💩 in the world and I had to clean it up. Curse her! My mum said that I had to be responsible. If I kept my dog alive for over two yrs doesn't that mean that I'm responsible? Seriously sometimes I just don't understand