Tamalle': last time my occ got a Jorgen as a Fairy God Parent *shiver*
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The Life as a God Son
Chapter 2: My Wish
Disclaimer: I only own Mitchell. Fiona is my real life. uhh. friend. . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Mitchell came out of his bathroom, he carried a dark-green text book. For once in his life, he carried on his face, a smile.
Fiona, his only friend, saw immediately his broad grin and knew something was wrong.
"Are you alright?" she asked the brunette, concerned, with a blue pen in her hand.
"I'm fine Fiona," said the moody teen. "I just had a pity party and I'm fine now."
"Sure you are," she noticed an unusual dark-green book.
'Bout damn time he got a God Parent,' she thought to herself.' I was getting worried Jorgen didn't assign them anymore.
"Mitchell, came you come with me?"
"Sure Fiona." She led the confused bipolarist outside. As usual, it was a sunny day. They sat down on the brick wall.
"Ok Mitchell, I know something about you. I know you have a Fairy God Parent."
'Oh shit!' he thought, looking up in the sky for a certain four- thousand-paged book. To his relieve, there wasn't any flying book.
"How?" was all that he could say.
"You don't like color, remember?" she stated simply, pointing to the out-of-place book in his hands.
"Hmm. that is true. since this is a meeting about certain things," while he was saying this a group of 5th grades passing by sniggered at him saying 'certain things, "what's up with the pen? It should have ran out of ink a month ago'
"The pen? she asked, holding it up. " The pen is my Fairy, her name is Milla. May I ask who you get?"
"You would be surprised." he said with a smirk. "I wish you would show Fiona your true self."
(((EXPOSURE)))
"J. J. Jorgen Von Strangle is your fairy?!" she stammered.
"Yes," he said, in a soft, slow whisper. Do you know what I really wish for?"
"What?" she asked just as quietly, staring at his deep blue eyes."
"I wish that I was loved."
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The Life as a God Son
Chapter 2: My Wish
Disclaimer: I only own Mitchell. Fiona is my real life. uhh. friend. . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Mitchell came out of his bathroom, he carried a dark-green text book. For once in his life, he carried on his face, a smile.
Fiona, his only friend, saw immediately his broad grin and knew something was wrong.
"Are you alright?" she asked the brunette, concerned, with a blue pen in her hand.
"I'm fine Fiona," said the moody teen. "I just had a pity party and I'm fine now."
"Sure you are," she noticed an unusual dark-green book.
'Bout damn time he got a God Parent,' she thought to herself.' I was getting worried Jorgen didn't assign them anymore.
"Mitchell, came you come with me?"
"Sure Fiona." She led the confused bipolarist outside. As usual, it was a sunny day. They sat down on the brick wall.
"Ok Mitchell, I know something about you. I know you have a Fairy God Parent."
'Oh shit!' he thought, looking up in the sky for a certain four- thousand-paged book. To his relieve, there wasn't any flying book.
"How?" was all that he could say.
"You don't like color, remember?" she stated simply, pointing to the out-of-place book in his hands.
"Hmm. that is true. since this is a meeting about certain things," while he was saying this a group of 5th grades passing by sniggered at him saying 'certain things, "what's up with the pen? It should have ran out of ink a month ago'
"The pen? she asked, holding it up. " The pen is my Fairy, her name is Milla. May I ask who you get?"
"You would be surprised." he said with a smirk. "I wish you would show Fiona your true self."
(((EXPOSURE)))
"J. J. Jorgen Von Strangle is your fairy?!" she stammered.
"Yes," he said, in a soft, slow whisper. Do you know what I really wish for?"
"What?" she asked just as quietly, staring at his deep blue eyes."
"I wish that I was loved."