This is my first fanfic ever, pls enjoy.
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Rowan Cove is a 15 yrs old girl with a best friend called Rose Larnex, both are weebs and are american. How will they survive a whole another detention, especially wh...
(A/N: finally got a video for the sound. Reminder i don't own any videos or pictures. The past ones are made by a friend for me. There is also no advertisements in the book. This is for pure clarification.)
Just waiting in this void watching the timer is very boring. So I try at find a way to entertain my self. At first it starts with me opening up the previous screens. "Why won't you work when I need you to?! Is this going to be like every other piece of technology? Where it hates me?!?!" when I look back at the timer it says...
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Time left: 1:14:3:30:24...23...22...21
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'This is going to be a while. I wonder if this is like a game then perhaps there is a menu!' "Open menu" I stated, hoping with my life this works. I hear the voice again,"menu opening... menu is now in sight to open silently." A new screen opens up.
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Personal info
Inventory
Skills
Magic
Pets
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'Wow that actually worked... wait I have an inventory?' I reach forward and select inventory. A whole new screen opens up and i see my entire house of stuff in there!!!!!!
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'It seems I'm limited on how much it weighs, not how many there is. I wonder which stat can increase it. Oh! I have an idea...' "Which stat increases the amount the inventory holds?"
"Answer: When you increase the stat Strength, the amount that you can carry grows."
'Sweet, I get my own Alexa that i can talk to. May be...!'
"A George wishes to send you a friend request, do you accept?"
"Yes I accept. I wonder if Rose is here to." I say the last art in a wispier. Looking back at my inventory I see a slot for money. 'Wonder if it's real'
"May George enter?"
"Yes, perhaps they will have answers to this."
"George is entering minds-cape, will arrive in 3...2...1."
Out of no where a guy with red hair and freckles enters my vision.
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