Okay, jeg besluttede mig for, at det var på tide, at der kom en del opdateringer. Så det gør der! Oh joy.
Jeg har lige pt. gang i omkring en milliard forskellige historier. Jeg lægger derfor nogle af dem herud, da jeg ligesom syntes, at jeg trænger til det. Den første bliver en historie jeg begyndte på til Halloween. Jeg ved ikke, om jeg gider fortsætte, men Natacha skubber på, så det ender nok op med, at jeg fortsætter. Der er ikke særlig meget på den, da jeg knap nok var begyndt, da jeg pludselig skulle lave noget andet... kan ej huske hvad owo Men ja.
Have you ever met the pumpkin prince of the World of Halloween? He’s presented all over the world in the time of Halloween with the big pumpkin head with a light, which illuminates the whole pumpkin. It is said that on the night of Halloween he may come to this world and dance with his monsters, because this is the only night in which he can wander around unseen and undisturbed.
You don’t believe in him or his monsters? No? Well, Hayley Armstrong didn’t either. She had always just thought it was pure made up in order to scare small kids and there was no way that it could ever be real. At least, that’s what she used to think.
You see, Hayley Armstrong were a pretty normal girl; 167 cm. high, long blond hair, big blue eyes, skinny. Rather pretty, actually. She didn’t liked scary things, danced ballet, was pretty average in school and lived a quiet life with a mom, a dad and a baby brother she adored. She had quite a lot of friends and was rather popular which also made her a bid selfish and egocentric. And made her look down on other not as fortunate people. Not that she ever expressed that she didn’t liked being partnered up with the ugly geek with his big way-out-of-date glasses in psychic, but she thought a lot of rather not-pretty thoughts involving him. And involving other not pretty people.
At Halloween night the school held a big party and everybody were invited. Everybody who was something would be attending. Even everybody who was nothing would be attending too, in order not to look as much as outsiders.
