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Azi s POV I lay on my bed listening to music and doodling. It was around 11 pm o clock on Friday, this was my usual routine because i m insomniac. I m 15, with dark blue chest length hair, electric blue eyes, pale skin and naturally bright red lips. I am wearing a plain bright yellow t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants.
Permanent Jet Lag please take me back, please take me back, I m a stray dog sick please let me in- I was cut off by a small explosion of black flames, HOLEY SHIT-FUCK! I screamed as I fell off my bed, it would have been funny if I weren t scared. Potty. Mouth, said a tall figure with a long trench coat type jacket covering a see-through shirt. Sparkly golden gloves on his hands and tattoo s cover his arms. A large belt that has a pouch and that says sand in big letters. Also he had the TIGHTEST golden pants ever on, it was hard not staring. I moved my vision to his face and he had the biggest skeleton smile painted on his, but it was obvious to tell he wasn t that happy. Who the hell are you and most importantly, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM! I screamed, and he started laughing like I was supposed to know who he was Mr. Sandman. At your service Azi, and if you haven t guessed already i m here to put you asleep. Oh good, I thought you were just here to eat my soul, I said sarcastically.
Why would I want to do that? I don t know, GOD!
Azi s POV I lay on my bed listening to music and doodling. It was around 11 pm o clock on Friday, this was my usual routine because i m insomniac. I m 15, with dark blue chest length hair, electric blue eyes, pale skin and naturally bright red lips. I am wearing a plain bright yellow t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants.
Permanent Jet Lag please take me back, please take me back, I m a stray dog sick please let me in- I was cut off by a small explosion of black flames, HOLEY SHIT-FUCK! I screamed as I fell off my bed, it would have been funny if I weren t scared. Potty. Mouth, said a tall figure with a long trench coat type jacket covering a see-through shirt. Sparkly golden gloves on his hands and tattoo s cover his arms. A large belt that has a pouch and that says sand in big letters. Also he had the TIGHTEST golden pants ever on, it was hard not staring. I moved my vision to his face and he had the biggest skeleton smile painted on his, but it was obvious to tell he wasn t that happy. Who the hell are you and most importantly, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM! I screamed, and he started laughing like I was supposed to know who he was Mr. Sandman. At your service Azi, and if you haven t guessed already i m here to put you asleep. Oh good, I thought you were just here to eat my soul, I said sarcastically.
Why would I want to do that? I don t know, GOD!
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