i feel bad about how i wrote pacifica, i feel she had some good character growth but sadly she plays the role of heather...
4 big fun/candy store
.:the party started up everyone was pumped i tried a few drinks which now remind me of when i used to make Mabel juice...it was hell
Pacifica took Mabel around the part and she was hit on and harassed multiple times big fun huh? truly the perfect 'hell hell hell' life...
.:dear diary i want to kill please believe me when i say it's for more than just petty selfish reasons more then just my menstrual cycle...please believe me it's hard to explain it but it's something everyone just seems to ignore but i understand that i must stop heather killing her would be like getting rid of the wicked witch of the west not the version from wicked either the nasty cold monster, god i sound like a psycho. tomorrow i'll probably be kissing her ass but tonight just let me imagine she no longer exists...
"are we gonna have a problem?"
after tonight she was finished,
"do you got a bone to pick?"
she screwed up BIG puking on Pacifica "you've come so far"
yelling at her stopping them from really messing with candy and Grenda "so why now are you pulling on my dick?"
"i'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here can watch"
Pacifica smiled at her her took her to hell in that moment...
"but i'm feeling nice here's some advice, listen up BIATCH"
they said it, it's their candy store and if she didn't like that it was time to leave but no matter where she ran even if she jumped state she was promised hell so she ran she left the party, she wanted to mess with the eagles she shoulda learnt how to fly first but for what?! she lost some of the best friends she's ever had because she chose this over them, it was too late to go back now so she held a resolve tomorrow morning she would visit pazzy and hope for her forgiveness like the damn godfather she'd beg and plead that it doesn't end in her death that she's willing to be just another confectionery piece...but for now she needed to see her bro.
