My bag gets caught on the door when I leave. I hate that fucking thing. After failing at pulling it off I just stop and get it unstuck. I halt at the door and examine myself, going over a checklist of everything I need. My clothing is just everyday stuff. Black ripped jeans, checkered belt with my red t-shirt tucked into my pants. I have my blue backpack. I have my shoes. I think. Yep. Okay. Yesterday I made sure I packed my bag. Phone? Yes. Crippling anxiety? Yes.
Ummm I'm gonna hand it back to the creator. Or uhh. Whatever your name is.
My name is Adrien, and I will gladly take back my story. Thank you.
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What's wrong with you?! {Davekat}
FanfictionThis story is making up for famous fanfiction I made that got deleted. It was "porcelain smile" a Davekat fanfiction. Here's a better one. Hopefully. This is of course a Davekat fanfic. Please note that these are not my characters. They belong to An...
