This is my first Fillmore fanfic, I've been planing the story a lot, in my hed, and now I think I'll write it down. And I don't think that I have to tell ya: I don't own Fillmore.
Anyone can tell a story, but not all can do it good. Some people starts in the middle of the story, and it only gets to comfusing, some people start their story in the wery beginning, ther's no mysterys and it's eint good either. But this story should be started as a young girl walk down th hallway of X-middle school in a terrible mood. By many reasons. 1.She coldn't find her new locker 2. She did not like this new (way to big) school 3. She did not like all those stering, whispering kids 4. She did definitely not like this whole new contry. It was to big, to different and far away from her REAL home.
Finally, she found her locker. In it she found a basket with cakes and stuff (if she had been ther a little earlier, she wold also find a way-to-happy girl, but she had left the locker after two hours. May be it was good for them both) The gir took one of the X shapet cookes and walkt down the hallway 'This sucks!' she thoht 'I'm not suppose to be here, I don't want to be here' she felt realy mad. She froze and listend, then she lookt left and right and behind her, before she put one hand over the paintcan in her belt. She took two quick steps in to the girls bathroom.
Short, I know. but I'm tired. I will update when I know what to write
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