Greetings author here. I gotta clarify some stuff so y'all don't get confused.
I'm A mArY sUe = da thoughts of yourself
I'm a fangirl = thoughts of god
This should be enough.
(Somewhere in England)
It was morning and the sun was shining and the birds were tweeting and Y/N was screaming-wait.
TAKE ME OUT!
NO
I'm gonna mess up the timeline dude
First of all, DUDE-you know I don't have the limitations of humanity! Secondly, how much damage could someone as puny as you do-oh.
Still no.
I swear to God I will defenestrate myself
I don't accept your swear.
Well I don't accept your religion!
Bit harsh.
Look, if I promise to erase your destructive ass-
-and my farts of chaos?
What the... heck.
Just continuing the butt analogy.
Why didn't I pick a normal human.
YOU ARE THE CRIMINAL THAT DESTROYED MY MENTAL HEALTH.
Anyway, you'll just be like a whiteboard pen. You mess up the whiteboard and I'll clean it up again with my rubber of ultimate eraserness. Deal.
'Kay
That's when the rest of the family walked into my newly-acquired room.
As you can now tell from this chapter, I am immature and a quick search into my profile will tell you I'm a procrastinator but oh well as long as I don't fail with my classes.
Remember to drink tea.
