Violets POV
This house is amazing! It's large, dark, and totally "vintage". Anyway it's old. Which is okay, but it's boring. It needs, it needs...oh yeah furniture. Right now we have a table and two chairs one for me, and one for my aunt Sam. And there are over 10 rooms in the house. (Scream, scream)
"What is it"? Asked Sam.
There is someone in the house! I explained.
"I think you need some rest" her aunt said.
I knew someone is in the house. I saw him. He was tall, shaggy hair, and wearing a Nirvana T-shirt. Which actually doesn't sound like a bad thing.
**sorry guys I'm new to this so it's going to be one REALLY REALLY long page for now**
My first night at the plantation house was "great" lots of nothing. I'm not a big fan so far of the quietness and the emptiness of my surroundings. But something weird happened last night. I heard a knock on my door thinking it was my aunt so I faked being asleep and then I realized that boy who I saw was sitting in my bean bag chair watching me "sleep" I didn't move, stutter, make a noise, and just layers there not feeling anything. He was comforting me in a way.
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Me, myself, and Tye
Fanfiction"Me, myself, and Tye" is about 15 year old Violet who moves into a "vintage" town. After moving into a plantation house she soon realizes she is in love with a ghost, and that Violet herself is a witch.
