A little girl. No older than 3. Abandoned in the forest and left to die by her parents. The only thing she had was her family scrapbook and a stuffed animal. Befriended the beast called The Rake that day. She ate some poisonous berries by accident a...
I have never looked at the comments on ANY of my stories from when I was twelve in two years. I am now fifteen. This is because I actually despise most of the books I have written in the beginning of my WP days, especially this book, (fucking hate this book) and I never want to look at my old books again.
This also goes for comments, as apparently, the last time I checked, people got into pissy arguments about how I spell pyjamas. I'm Canadian, we spell some of our words with "U" and we spell "pyjama" rather than "pajama." I apologize.
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Also, I know some of the comments are gonna be nit-picky about every flaw and I just wanna say: I have never agreed with someone more in my fucking life, like holy shit all my twelve year old fanfictions should never be looked at again. I find solitude not seeing what people comment on this story.
So because of this, the Wattpad app now lets you see what people commented, even if you're just looking at notifications.
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Fuck that. I've been avoiding that for years.
ANYONE READING THIS STORY
STOP
GO READ MY OTHER WORKS FROM LIKE LATE 2015 TO CURRENT DAY
THIS BOOK IS CRINGE AND CLICHÉ
Thank you.
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