PnF-Nothing Can Tear Us ApartIsabella inhaled deeply and prepared herself for the following test. She had studied hard for this so it was impossible for her to fail. That was at least what she thought.More Like This
I hope I don't go into Phineasland, again. If I do, I'll be sure to fail! She thought to herself, terrified. She walked through the halls of her school and finally reached the mathematic classroom. She walked in and saw no teacher, so she sighed in relief and made her way to her desk to sit down. She slowly gathered all of her things that she needed for a math test and put them on her desk. It wasn't a test, really. Just a revision. Short and simple. She hoped. Math wasn't her strongest point, and it never was. A sudden voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"Hey, Isabella! Is something wrong? You look. . kinda tired." She turned to face her best friend and childhood crush. Oh, I forgot we almost shared the same classes. She sighed and shook her head.
"Oh, just nervous about the revision. Is all. I mean,
DA changed it's layoutMore Like This
(No but really, shut up about the design... it's not the end of the world guys. Something changed... big deal)
I Got TaggedI got tagged by: :iconAviatorVoreHead:More Like This
1. You must post these rules.
2. Each person has to share 10 facts about themselves.
3. Answer the 10 questions asked by the person who tagged you and make up 10 questions for the 10 you tag.
4. Choose 10 people and put their icons in your journal.
5. Not something like "You are tagged if you read that".
6. You have to legitimately tag 10
7. NO TAG BACKS!
8. You can't say that you don't do tags.
9. You MUST make a journal entry!
Things About Me
1. I crave Orange juice and believe it to be the key in a strong immune system
2. I have 2 turtles
3. I'm confused whether I'm a good traditional artist or photographer
4. I love to play Minecraft and Pokemon with friends, but willing to try new games
5. I have mixed feelings about math class
6. I have ONE easy button that my friends someti
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: ChinaMore Like This
Yao stumbled through the crowded kitchen at the greasy restaurant he worked at. He was carrying about five woks he had just cleaned and they were heavy for someone as young as him. He pushed through men and set the woks down on the counter with much effort.
Yao was currently working at a local restaurant to help support his family. The man who had hired him liked him better than other children who wanted the job. He was strong and he could pay him little because of his age, a mere eleven years old.
Usually by his age he would’ve been sent to school but his family didn’t have the money, so he was stuck working. He didn’t mind it that much. The restaurant was much nicer than the other places he had worked in. At least he wasn’t out in fields harvesting rice or mining somewhere; the thought had made him wince.
“Get more dishes!” The man washing the woks barked.
Yao just nodded and scurried off again into the restaurant. He moved from empty table to empt
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North ItalyMore Like This
[Read along here on YouTube! Reading done by angelhalo777]
“Ciao!” Feliciano waved happily at his friend.
He smiled and waved back before turning around and walking down the small Venice sidewalk. Feliciano sighed, his smile slowly fading. He had just spent the whole day with his friends. That’s how he spent most days. He had a nice care free life. But it wasn’t all perfect, no life was.
He then continued the other way down the narrow road to his home. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, looking to all the people around him. He knew a lot of people in Venice, as he made money driving a vaporetto. Today was his day off though so he enjoyed it as much as he could.
Over the years Feliciano had grown a reputation as a generally happy guy. He tried to laugh as much as he could and make others happy, but it seemed to be never enough.
For years he had
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: SwedenMore Like This
Berwald ripped a sheet a paper off his locker, barely glancing at it. He crumpled it in his hand. On the paper was written in thick black letters, “gay fagget”.
He was used to this though, as horrible as this seemed. The others at his school were never fond of him. No one ever talked to him, unless they were insulting the boy. Again, he was used to this. He knew he was unusually tall and open about topics, which the others took advantage of. One would have thought with age, this problem would have gotten easier for Berwald.
But it didn’t.
Now in his senior year of high school, this was worse for Berwald. With the larger vocabulary and knowledge of his class mates, it gave them more power to throw insults at him. That’s all they ever did though. They put notes everywhere, wrote threats and gossip online, and spat in his face. The only factor protecting him from a beating was his height, which at least gave him one advantage.
Also along with the age, the ad