Dear Fanfiction 12
Dear Fanfiction,
I am not an evil hag who forces my granddaughter into piano playing. She plays the piano herself. I just wave my cane along with the music.
No, I do not hit Lumina with the cane. I'm ill.
She is my blood, and she is my lovely and innocent granddaughter.
I am an old, rich, and classy lady.
Also, I do not have random… associations with Sebatian.
We're 70 years old and ready to go to the grave.
Not 20 years old and ready to come out of a cake.
Sincerely, Romana
Star: I literally googled fancy words for hookup. If I become a teacher and we're learning about synonyms , I'd make hookup a vocabulary word c:
Lilly: Yup, you're going to jail.
Star: Shut up, Lilly. You have nerve to show your face just now, so do you Billy!
Billy: -shrug-
Lilly: I was faking giving birth, sorry.
Billy: I actually believed she was giving birth -_-
~Star out