Margaret goes through her (Elementary) School LifeI'm so bored. Also title didn't allow me to add a dot, that bitch.Margaret goes through her (Elementary) School Life5 hours ago in Personal More Like This
NOTE: I have no fucking clue how American or any country that is not the Netherlands' Elementary School grades work, Where I live, Elementary school has 8th grade ane everyone gets lessons on the same niveau. Also please don't screw around in the comments with it cuz this person doesn't give a literal shit.
Elementary - 1st Grade
I joined here when I was exactly 4 years old, March 23rd. For some reason, every kid that ages 4, immidiately goes to Elementary School here, no matter the date. My mom was literally scared of the teacher because she looked so strict, but she was such a sweet teacher. I got placed in a gang of second graders so I basicly felt intimidated as shit, even though they were just second graders, they felt like eighth graders to me. It felt like the first year passed in mabye 2 days, all I can remember is my first day and a few days afterwards, all we did
The Obsessed Heart [Sherlock x Reader] 24Chapter 24: The Obsessed HeartThe Obsessed Heart [Sherlock x Reader] 2414 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Despite the sun almost setting, Sherlock Holmes was determined to reach the right area of London and begin his search for you. He took the nearest taxi to the location and now stood in darkness, except for the street lights shining behind him.
He took out a pouch from his inside upper right coat pocket and pulled out a small flash light, turning it on and taking a deep breath before he began to make his way down the dirt path into the wild unknown.
It didn’t take him long until he found himself lost in the woods. He began to speed up his walking pace until eventually doing a light jog and shining his torch light around in search of an area where a possible family could have stayed many years ago.
Arriving at the same location, Greg Lestrade looked frantically at the dark
Goldilocks, or the Three Bears: A Retelling I’m hungry and my mother isn’t home.Goldilocks, or the Three Bears: A Retelling4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young, golden-locked girl’s stomach emitted an animal growl, as if confirming her thoughts. She gazed around the meadow as she sat in the cool evening grass, her blue dress stained with the green and brown of a day spent picking flowers. Red flowers, to be precise, that she’d placed in a basket alongside a peanut butter sandwich. The sandwich was gone as of a few hours ago, but her hunger still remained.
She got up slowly, feeling herself wince as another hunger pang struck her gut like a well-aimed punch. She was a relatively tall girl for a child of eleven years and she dwarfed the red flowers that dotted the meadow below her just as the trees of the forest dwarfed her in turn. Her long golden hair framed a pair of sharp blue eyes on a