This is most defiantly not the place I should be writing the fanfics, but this stupid ass site won't let me write anywhere else because they want to prevent spam. ugh. I WANT TO WRITE RIGHT HUGGING NOW. So yeah. Don't read further if you dislike: lazy shit. Stuff that doesn't make sense. smut. and self insertion. yep. Viewer discretion advised.

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It was a hot summer day, me and my so-called family were all on vacation, aka WE WERE AT DISNEY LAND! To my demise, my mom randomly decided to bring her fucking boyfriend with her. Sometimes I wonder if she's making my life miserable on purpose... she knows how I feel about him... I was pretty miserable, for being at my favorite place in the world, besides a quite room with a desk, chair, headphones, drawing tablet, and internet. My sister and two brothers were eager to go to this show, called "Disney On Ice," Which I have heard waaayy too much about. I cringed when I saw my mom's boyfriend lean against her sexually, grabbing her breast slightly. My eyes started watering... Using the sleeve of my hoodie, I quickly wiped my tears away before they could fall. I can't believe she'd bring him on the day I've been awaiting for a YEAR. We finally made our way towards the building entrance of the show, me trailing ever-so-slowly behind. Things were so packed I ended up getting cut off by a line of people, eager to get in. I half expected my mom to send someone to find me... but 30 minuets later, I had assumed she was too caught up in her fucking boyfriend. She forgot about me. What a nice feeling. I slowly made my way away from the crowd, sitting on a near-by bench outside of the building. I couldn't help it... A stream of tears started to run down my face, my breath hitching constantly, making it hard to breath. I had started getting incredibly dissy... I have a concussion, and symptoms like hallucinations, dissyness, slight nausea, and sharp pains would occur often during intense moments or moods, or when I'm sick.

I tried getting up, bad idea, I had lost all sense of balance and fell against a tree scratching my arm majorly. I shouldn't have hurt this bad, but I.. I had fresh cuts already on my arms, and my arm started bleeding intensely, not helping my dissyness. I just stayed there, feeling as blood ran down my arm dripping off the tips of my fingers, waiting for my balance to come back. Only it was only getting worse, and i remember losing the strength to stand, hitting my head on the cement as I blacked out...

"Miss? Miss! Can you hear me?" I sat up instantly, focusing on my surroundings around me. I was face to face with one of those mascots, and a lot of security people were surrounding me, blocking people from the area, and a few bandaging my arm, I could also hear a male voice seemingly filing a report of what had happened.

I nodded my head un-surely, finally reasoning to the "mouses" question. The mascot stood up, and held a hand out towards me. When I didn't catch on,
(I don't understand basic social shit with my mental problems) he took my hand in his, helping support my back as well, and helped me up slowly. we both sat back on the bench I was on earlier. "So. Star, is it? " A squeaky voice asked me. "I guess.." I answered. "Feel like walking?"

"I would love to but i'm scared ill loose my balance..." "well don't worry, I'll make sure ya won't miss Star!" he cheered brightly

"I'll keep you up on your feet!"

I giggled softly, looking away for a moment

"okay, I'm ready," I exclaimed, looking the suit in the eyes

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