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Yay! Second critique!!!! Anyway... Can I just say how incredibly badass and creepy as hell this is? This is definitely a piece that sho...


I know I've already commented on this, but figured I'd give this a shot. As I've stated below, this piece shows great intensity of the ...

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Life of the Deceived Ch. 4
Chapter 4
As I sat in this chair, folding the dried clothes in front of me, I looked back on the past month. Obviously Lord Cumberbatch was given no choice but to let his wife know of him firing Margaret for her unethical ways. Unfortunately, I had to bear witness of their argument soon after, which then led to Lady Cumberbatch secretly punishing me with a switch to the back. I was forced to keep quiet of my sentence for reasons she has threatened me with countless times before.
My back was still sore from those lashes. I can still hear the sound of the switch as it scrapped against my bare skin. My muffled cries so I could not give what horrid witch the proper satisfaction she wished for. She had told me, once the torture was done, to return to my room so that someone could care for my wounds. Hours had passed and I still waited. She never wished to help me. She wanted me to suffer with my wounds. The sheets are still stained with blood for I dared not wash them. For some reaso
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GMD OC Profile: Jordan Basil-Figueroa
Name: Jordan Melina Basil-Figueroa
Nickname(s): Melly, Lina, Melina
Sex: Female
Born: September 19, 1998
Birthplace: London, England
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Fur Color: Dark Tan
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black with blue highlights
Ethnic: Hispanic/British
Parents: Anthony Richard Basil (Father), Juliana Esther Figueroa-Roblejo (Mother)
Animal: Mouse
Occupation: Cashier at Zion’s Music Store; Student (Junior)
Weapons: Pepper Spray
Clothing: Boot cut jeans/shorts, black converse shoes, tank top, and open flannel shirt
Likes: music, playing the guitar and violin, singing, hanging out with her friends Javier and Mia, reading, her job
Dislikes: large groups and chemistry class
Additional Description
Long hair; lower back length
Has a tattoo of the Taino coqui symbol (upper back/lower neck)
Stands at 5’ 2” (going by human height)
Is intelligent, outgoing, accident prone, rebellious
Plays guitar and violin
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Little Bird, Little Bird
Little bird, little bird, why do you go astray?
You seem so low and worrisome, oh, have you lost your way?
Your feathers wilted and tattered, it seems so hard to say.
The life you live is tiresome, you don’t know night from day.
 
Little bird, little bird, it’s sad that we must see,
The pain and hurt you hold; too bad that it must be.
Your whimsical tunes and harmonies that filled us all with glee,
Were shattered and torn to an eerie silence that you are no longer free.
 
Little bird, little bird, the light that’s far is near.
So do not cry and do not pout, try not to shed a tear.
The shackles that hold you, that keep you down, that cause you to have fear,
Will in due time break, and as you wake, you soon will hear the cheer. 
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Shattered Glass Ch. 6
It seems that it has come to this, I kept thinking as I paced back and forth. I felt that I would go mad if I was not constantly moving about. Even some of the mice at the yard felt that I was a vicious predator that at any given moment I would strike if any of them dared to come too close. Since my arrest I had not seen Dawson or my wife, but I was made aware that my friend and colleague had attempted to speak with me. More than likely that detestable mouse refused his presence to be made known to me for he thought that the doctor would help me find a way out. No, never would I allow him to stoop so low for me, not again.
I assumed when Vole came to my cell that perhaps he would brief me on what I wanted to know. Sadly that was not the case. The moment I saw him, he carried a look of disappointment on his tiresome face. Once again, I had made a request to speak with Cunningham regarding the kidnapping and my thoughts on the matter, but like before he refused to speak to me, let alone
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Shattered Glass Ch. 5
I paced back and forth within the closed confinements of my cell. I was cold, hungry, but more than anything, agitated with one Inspector Vole. He speaks of my innocence and yet he did nothing as his new Chief Inspector took me away in handcuffs under false pretences. He had come to speak to me earlier regarding my daughter’s disappearance, but I would hear none of it, not from him at least. I told him I wanted to hear this Chief Inspector Cunningham’s idea of the crime. I wanted to know why he assumed I would stoop so low and kidnap my own flesh and blood.
“I will see to it that he speaks with you,” Vole had told me, but it has been precisely one day since my arrest and not once had he done so. Though I know Vole had kept his word, this told me all I needed to know, that this Chief Inspector was just as close-minded as the rest of them. Cunningham only wished to believe what he saw with his own eyes. That was the blood left in Sara’s crib and the l
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The Meaning of Karma
When one first hears the word karma
They are unsure of what to think of it
What does it mean? They may ask
Some may say that it is fate that is brought on
By certain actions made in the past
An act of revenge
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But one may then wonder
Why does that word carry such negativity?
Because “Karma is a bitch” we would answer
Whoever did us wrong, karma would come back
And hit them where they stand
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    The sound of a shrill whistle echoed through the peaceful countryside as a train chugged its way along the tracks, away from the bustling city life of London. Inside one of the tram cars a young couple sat eating their lunch. Basil of Baker Street looked across the table at his wife, who gazed out the compartment window while she ate, a soft smile on her face as she watched the green hills and forests roll by.
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With 2018 already 13 days in I've already had to make a major decision in my life that while part of me is without a doubt over the top relieved, the other half is devastated. Around mid October, I was taking PSYCH 630 and I was wrongfully accused of plagiarizing my entire paper by my professor. I provided excellent proof that there was no way that I could have done so especially given the fact that I had rewrote the paper three times because she chose two days before the paper was due to post what she wanted in the paper, which then made the paper three days late. I showed her all of my rewrites and even that didn't do anything. That entire class was a major stress fest. It was after that I decided to take a LOA (Leave of Absence) to clear my mind and give myself a well needed break. Those 6 weeks did help tremendously and I was ready to get started on my next class and face what else was to come. 

What I did not expect was to find an email during my only holiday break to see that the final decision in regards to that class (one that I did not know that I could have been a part of) was that my final grade would switch to a failing grade and that I would have to take a plagiarism workshop. Due to that now non passing grade, I received another email soon after by my financial aid counselor that I had lost my financial aid which means that my next few classes I would have to pay more than 2300 dollars out of pocket. No matter which way I sliced it, there is no way that I could afford it. Like I explained to my counselor that was the reason why I requested the max amount I could because I don't have anyone to help me pay for my classes and while my job does pay better than I had before, it still wouldn't help. 

When I called Phoenix Thursday, I felt like I was pretty much being trapped into staying in school even after explaining my situation. I had already calculated that even if I did a payment plan, I would have to pay close or more than half of what I pay in rent. I was right. I was told that even with a payment plan of 7 months, I would have to pay $308 dollars. I'm sorry, I'd rather make sure that I have a roof over my head than pay for a higher level of education that I wanted not needed. I was told that I had to make a decision before week 4 of my current class, which meant that I had to make a decision the next day seeing how their office is not open on weekends and we were already in week 3. I had already told them my decision without really having to say it. That night I spoke to my parents about it and it was 150% decided that I was going to drop. 

When I was talking to Mami, I began to realize that it was after my accident in December of 2016 that left me having to take a LOA from my class since I could not type that I began to lose my focus and discipline. Granted 2017 was a major downhill roller coaster for me personally as so very few know, those events just added on to the stress of being able to properly concentrate on my Masters program. So I called Phoenix again yesterday morning, after texting my team members to let them know, that way my academic counselor would know that I have made my decision. So I am officially dropped of my program, which does mean that within the next couple months I will have to either start paying off my student loans or try to see if I can defer. It will be a bit tight financially, but at least dropping out of that school will not be a regret for me in the long run. 

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With 2018 already 13 days in I've already had to make a major decision in my life that while part of me is without a doubt over the top relieved, the other half is devastated. Around mid October, I was taking PSYCH 630 and I was wrongfully accused of plagiarizing my entire paper by my professor. I provided excellent proof that there was no way that I could have done so especially given the fact that I had rewrote the paper three times because she chose two days before the paper was due to post what she wanted in the paper, which then made the paper three days late. I showed her all of my rewrites and even that didn't do anything. That entire class was a major stress fest. It was after that I decided to take a LOA (Leave of Absence) to clear my mind and give myself a well needed break. Those 6 weeks did help tremendously and I was ready to get started on my next class and face what else was to come. 

What I did not expect was to find an email during my only holiday break to see that the final decision in regards to that class (one that I did not know that I could have been a part of) was that my final grade would switch to a failing grade and that I would have to take a plagiarism workshop. Due to that now non passing grade, I received another email soon after by my financial aid counselor that I had lost my financial aid which means that my next few classes I would have to pay more than 2300 dollars out of pocket. No matter which way I sliced it, there is no way that I could afford it. Like I explained to my counselor that was the reason why I requested the max amount I could because I don't have anyone to help me pay for my classes and while my job does pay better than I had before, it still wouldn't help. 

When I called Phoenix Thursday, I felt like I was pretty much being trapped into staying in school even after explaining my situation. I had already calculated that even if I did a payment plan, I would have to pay close or more than half of what I pay in rent. I was right. I was told that even with a payment plan of 7 months, I would have to pay $308 dollars. I'm sorry, I'd rather make sure that I have a roof over my head than pay for a higher level of education that I wanted not needed. I was told that I had to make a decision before week 4 of my current class, which meant that I had to make a decision the next day seeing how their office is not open on weekends and we were already in week 3. I had already told them my decision without really having to say it. That night I spoke to my parents about it and it was 150% decided that I was going to drop. 

When I was talking to Mami, I began to realize that it was after my accident in December of 2016 that left me having to take a LOA from my class since I could not type that I began to lose my focus and discipline. Granted 2017 was a major downhill roller coaster for me personally as so very few know, those events just added on to the stress of being able to properly concentrate on my Masters program. So I called Phoenix again yesterday morning, after texting my team members to let them know, that way my academic counselor would know that I have made my decision. So I am officially dropped of my program, which does mean that within the next couple months I will have to either start paying off my student loans or try to see if I can defer. It will be a bit tight financially, but at least dropping out of that school will not be a regret for me in the long run. 

Chapter 4

As I sat in this chair, folding the dried clothes in front of me, I looked back on the past month. Obviously Lord Cumberbatch was given no choice but to let his wife know of him firing Margaret for her unethical ways. Unfortunately, I had to bear witness of their argument soon after, which then led to Lady Cumberbatch secretly punishing me with a switch to the back. I was forced to keep quiet of my sentence for reasons she has threatened me with countless times before.

My back was still sore from those lashes. I can still hear the sound of the switch as it scrapped against my bare skin. My muffled cries so I could not give what horrid witch the proper satisfaction she wished for. She had told me, once the torture was done, to return to my room so that someone could care for my wounds. Hours had passed and I still waited. She never wished to help me. She wanted me to suffer with my wounds. The sheets are still stained with blood for I dared not wash them. For some reason, I wished to be reminded of what she did to me; to allow the already deepened hatred I had for the woman fester even more.   

When Lord Cumberbatch heard about the incident, he, without caring about his wife’s objections, cared for me. Never have I ever been given such a punishment and up until that precise moment, I was eternally grateful for such a blessing. As he told me while he gently cleaned my wounds, I would forever live with the painful memories not just physically, but mentally as well.

Though the wounds had almost completely healed, he wasn’t wrong in what he said. Each time I saw the long scars across my back, I was reminded of that day. But this told me that Lady Cumberbatch had no issues with causing physical harm to me if she felt it necessary. What I feared was that if she did not have to deal with her husband, I would have been covered in more scars or even worse.

The only way that I could save myself more pain and humiliation from that wretched bitch was to keep out of her sight as much as I could, but even more so, I had to distant myself from not only Gabriela, but Lord Cumberbatch as well. It seemed that all this trouble only happened when I became too comfortable with them. The only problem was keeping the two of them away from me as much as I could. Gabriela was too young to understand my reasons for keeping distance, but her father was a different story entirely. When he noticed my attempts to avoid him while he was around or when I tried to keep our conversations to a minimum, he was determined to know why; but I had a strong feeling that he knew the reason and it hurt me more than anything that as quickly as our love for one another was ignited, it was soon burned out because of her.

This afternoon, Lady Cumberbatch, along with Gabriela, went to Northern England to visit family while her husband remained behind due to some important business with some private detective. It was only an hour ago that this mouse arrived and he and Lord Cumberbatch had been in the sitting room, conversing about these personal matters that were unknown to me. In fact, no one, not even his wife knew what was happening.

Folding the last of the clothes, I did my best to get to my feet without causing any worse pain on my back. It used to be that I could have all clothes folded and put away in no time, but it seemed as of late, I was given no choice but to take my time for I did not want to cause more strain on myself.  Though I missed not having young Gaby around to talk to as I put away the laundry, it was such a relief for me that her mother would not in my sight for the next few days. It gave me some time to heal from all the abuse that beastly woman had done to me since then. This goes to show that her taking a switch was not the only thing she did. When she and I were alone, she would strike at me whenever she could and she would always come up with some pathetic excuse to do so. This was another reason why I made it my mission to avoid her husband as well for if he saw the bruises, he’d be even more furious.

I was blessed to have these last several days of some peace for Lady Cumberbatch was not able to cause such harm to me as she normally did, so the bruises that I had from those days prior had begun to vanish. Once putting away the laundry, I walked into my room for a brief moment to grab my coat and gloves for the cool weather that indicated that fall was now among us has made itself known. After locking my bedroom door, I walked back downstairs so I could let Lord Cumberbatch be aware of my departure. For as long as I could remember, this was something I was commanded to do, otherwise my owners would think I had vanished and I would soon be searched for and Lord only knows what else when found.

“Do you think William has any assumptions?” I heard, Lord Cumberbatch question as I was about to knock on the door.

“Sir, much like myself, my brother never assumes,” another mouse, who I slightly recognized replied in the same serious tone as my master. “But yes, he is quite certain as to whom the blackmailer could be. The only thing is though this fiend is making it quite difficult for anyone to catch them.”

“So he cannot be caught? Mr. Basil, when I consulted you, I was expecting this whole damn thing to be done and forgotten, but-”

“You consulted me, Lord Cumberbatch, because my brother knew that I could be trusted. This matter is not something you want Scotland Yard to get their hands on, or else the whole bloody city will know more than you want them to. Since your reputation is at stake here, I’d trust you not to rush me. I can assure you that I will have this case as quickly as I can. He’s covered his tracks far too well, but he is bound to slip up eventually.”

“I just want this bastard locked up for good.”

“And he will, but again, you must allow me to do my part. Now,” the detective continued, “you said that you were going to speak to your lawyer?”

“Yes,” he answered. “His name is Jacob Gosnell, he and I grew up together so I know him well.”

“I have heard of him, he has quite the reputation.”

“Indeed he does, hence why I put my faith in him to handle this matter while you do what you can to stop whoever is causing me all this unwanted stress.”

“When shall you be expecting him?”

“In less than a week,” Lord Cumberbatch answered calmly. “In fact, he will be here for the next several days.”

Finally taking a chance, I knocked on the door hard enough to make myself known, but I was taken aback when Lord Cumberbatch’s response was loud and intimidating. Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked in with as much courage as I could.

“Paula,” he began, questioning my presence, “what is it?”

“I…um…I just wanted to let you know that I was going to the market,” I answered the best I could. At first, his expression changed as if he was irritated that I interrupted him for something less trivial, but he then remembered that it was required of me, and he soon relaxed.

“All right, but do hurry back,” he commands, some stern still noticeable. Nodding, I backed away, closing the door behind me.

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The smell of rain could be sensed in the air as I made my way back to the house with a small basket of fruits and vegetables hanging from my arm. It was always a good distance from the market to the Cumberbatch residence, but I never minded it as it gave me time to think, to be in my own world. I know that Lord Cumberbatch has always told me that the hour walk back and forth was too tiring, not to mention dangerous for me, but I couldn’t help but take the risk of giving myself the alone time I really wanted. No chores, no mice telling me what to do and when to do it, and especially no one treating me like I was nothing, this was what I always wished it would be even after I came to London. Of I even wished I had come to London willingly. But I suppose we cannot win every battle as long as in the end we win the war.

“Now where have I heard that before?” I asked myself, pausing for a brief moment as I dug into my recollection. After a while, it came to me that it really didn’t matter where I heard that from, but that it was a true statement made. Turning onto the long stretch of road that led to the mansion, I was confused when I saw a horse and carriage just outside the home that we lived under and a mouse in a dark coat and boulder hat making his way to the front door.

At first, I feared it was one of the mice that randomly popped up to evaluate me since Lord Cumberbatch would have to explain the job loss of Margaret a month prior. If they found out about that, I didn’t know what they would do. Would they take me away? Maybe if they tried he would reason with them that I was not at fault, I’d be able to stay. First I needed to see if my assumption was correct. Breathing in deeply, I continued my way up the walk and too the door.

As I opened the door, I was relieved to see no one around. Even after given the chance to hang my cloak on the hanger, I still had this uneasy feeling about the strange mouse I saw not too long ago. Though curiosity was trying to get the best of me, I decided that perhaps it was not the smartest choice in me investigating to see who exactly the mouse was. If it had nothing to do with me then I should not worry about it, if it does then I would just wait to be called. No doubt they would not bother waiting there until I returned…or not.

Approaching the staircase, I began to hear soft voices coming from the sitting room. Of course what I heard was of cheerfulness instead of worry like before I left. But just I was about to rush to the confinements of my chambers, I heard a door open and a familiar voice stopping me.

“Ah, there you are, my dear!” Lord Cumberbatch exclaimed.

“Anthon--erm --Is everything all right, sir?” I asked trying to keep myself content.

“Of course,” he answered. “Come, I’d like for you to meet someone.”

Taking a step forward, he held his hand out, waiting for me to take it. Thinking for a moment or so, I finally decided to receive his offer and followed him through the opened door. Sitting comfortably in the green chair by the fireplace was a handsome, young mouse no older than I. He was of light grey fur with a thin mustache. His eyes were of a piercing blue, which was the first thing I noticed as soon as I stepped into the room. When removed of the coat and boulder hat, his hair was raven and supposedly long from what I could see since it was tied back. He gazed up at me with a soft smile; one that I felt could be trusted.

“Paula,” Mr. Cumberbatch began, “I’d like to introduce you to a very close friend of mine, Jacob Gosnell. He will be staying with us for a week or so for important reasons.”

Returning the kind mouse’s smile with one of my own I politely curtsied. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Gosnell.”

“Likewise, my dear,” he replied. His voice, much like my dear Anthony’s was deep, but smooth; almost intoxicating if there were no better word to describe it. “Anthony, do not tell me this child works for you.”

“Indeed she does,” Mr. Cumberbatch answered, chuckling slightly as he walked towards me. “She has only been with us for roughly five years. Mostly she cares for my daughter Gabriela.”

“Ah, so this is the one of which you have spoken about!” Gosnell exclaimed. “My dear, he sings your praises constantly. In fact, I have never heard him speak of any other woman…not even his own wife,” he ended rather oddly. Instantly this made me feel rather uncomfortable as I looked away from him towards the floor is complete shame.

“Well, she’s been such help to our family that there’s no other thing to do but praise her,” I heard my lover say, almost as if he were defending me. It was then quite obvious that even his own friend knew nothing about our secret affairs. What would this mouse think once he did know? This was obviously the reason for him being here.

“Now Paula, if you will show our guest to the tapestry room so that he may get settled in,” he requested of me. Nodding in response, I watched as Gosnell casually rose from his seat and made his way towards me. “Gosnell if you will in an hour meet me in my office to continue our discussion further. I have some important matters I must attend to.”

“Of course dear friend, don’t let my presence keep you. I have some cases that I am engaged in at the moment I too much look over.”

“Splendid! And thank you Paula.”

“Of course, sir,” I answered him with a slight curtsy. “If you will follow me Mr. Gosnell.”

~

Within the course of the first week, Mr. Gosnell and Mr. Cumberbatch were nothing but business at any given moment. I was even surprised to hear such discussions as they sat down to supper. Of course, there were a few occasions they’d just converse about politics or of family, but mostly it was about whatever the reason for the young lawyer being here. And if I were to be quite frank, Mr. Gosnell’s presence began to trouble me as the days came and went.

At first it began as him just staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable whenever we both were in the same room though I could thank the lord above that we never were alone for I feared what he would say or even do. I made me wonder if Lord Cumberbatch was ever aware of the awkwardness his friend made me feel, but I soon began to realize that perhaps he did not for he never uttered a single word.

Still I did my best to continue on with my duties as ordered, only this time I made sure I did them quickly so that I could move onto something else. I felt that there were numerous occasions that Mr. Gosnell wished to speak to me when he would spot me as he was heading to or from places within the house. For my own protection I would hastily walk away before he could utter a single word if his intention was just that.

At night, I felt it necessary to lock my door before I went to bed since I feared that he would waltz on in and do whatever he wished. This night was no different. After finishing up my last bit of chores I rushed upstairs to my bedroom and as soon as I heard the door close from behind me, I turned the key. The loud click was music to my ears as I allowed myself to finally relax.

Feeling weary and slightly ill from my constant worrying, I felt that a hot bath would do me some good. I was blessed to have received a room with a small bathroom adjacent to my room so I could come and go with no problems; even more so that the door between there and my bedroom was the only way in. Turning on the hot water, I sat on the small stool placed by the bathtub, watching while the water filled the bottom. The steam hitting my face was a complete sensation of calmness and tranquility, pretty much so that once I open my eyes the tub was already half full.

I swear I only closed my eyes for a second, I thought inwardly. Switching to the cold water, I rose from my seat and stripped from my clothes. Placing them where I once sat, I stepped into the soothing water.

The water felt like a blanket of tranquility as all my worries and stress vanished into thin air. Sighing deeply, I allowed myself to submerge deeper. Feeling the water surrounding me made me suddenly think of home. I’d remember my mother and father being close by as I play in the clear blue ocean. When I would break the surface, the coolness of the tropical breeze mixed in with the smell of the salt water was comforting because I knew I was home. I was where I should be.

I soon heard a muffled sound, almost like knocks. But where they came from I did not know. As I looked around me I was still surrounded by clear blue water. I could taste and smell the salt from the ocean. However it was soon that I began to struggle. Looking around me, I saw nothing. My breath began to quicken and my heart pounded massively against my chest. What at first was a peaceful dream instantly turned into a horrid nightmare for which I could not escape.

Paula, I heard faintly from above me. I tried to swim to the surface, but to no avail. Bubble escaped from my mouth as I screamed for help. Paula!

“Paula!” a deep voice called out to me. “Paula, please wake up.” Their voice was desperate as I felt myself being shaken. What I did not understand was if I could hear them, why could I not open my eyes…or recognize who they were for the matter. It was soon after though that I was ripped away from the darkness I was trapped in as I felt myself choking on water.

Coughing it up, I began to catch my breath as quickly as I could. I felt someone wrapping something warm around my body, rocking me like I was a small infant. When I finally opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was that I was on the floor in my bathroom and it was then that I looked up to find Lord Cumberbatch holding me close to him with a look of worry on his worn face.

“Anthony…,” I whispered, confused and discombobulated.

“I thought I almost lost you,” he said, kissing my wet hair as he continued to rock me. “I almost lost you.”

~

After I was dressed, Lord Cumberbatch helped me into my bed but instead of leaving me on my own, he sat on the edge of my mattress. It seemed that I had fallen asleep and seeing how the tub was so deep, I slide under the water never once realizing the danger that awaited me. But did I want to be saved? Part of me didn’t want to and yet the other was so appreciative of my rescuer. He stayed with me that entire night just to be sure that I slept well and without any disruptions. However that entire night, my dreams kept bringing me back to that open ocean…and to my mami and papi. 

Life of the Deceived Ch. 4
Yes it definitely has been a while since I worked on this story. ^^; I deeply apologize for that. I am going to try my best to keep working on this story. So without further ado, here is chapter 4! Enjoy everyone!

All OCs belong to me
All canon characters belong to Eve Titus and the Walt Disney Corporation
Story cover made by Brinatello
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