hi! this is my swc leader app for march 2021! --- turn your volume down! (oh im supposed to be nice to myself, do uh turn your volume at 1% :'>) i'm trying to decide whether i said sarcastic or enthusiastic.. --- also the weird thingie after me being like 'hi welcome to my leader app' was me slamming into daisy's crate because im clumsy x3 -- oh and the checkboxes are inside the project :P --- haha this is the best app I've ever made :P xp --- i might eventually completely change it if i have time but probably not :P --- so, for my theme, i chose to do, like, a podcast type thing. type thing. honestly i have no clue what to call this- :P --- hehe this took me longer then i'm willing to admit and i sound super cringy, but it'll work :> --- my excerpt (i wrote this like a l o n g time ago don't judge xD) There is a time when I want to stop trying. Stop doing. I never stop trying or doing, though. I never give up, and I won't. I won't give up until it's over. When is 'over' though? Is 'overe' tomorrow? Is 'over' next week? Is 'over' never? "Come here, Lindsey." my mother said, gently tugging on my arm. I allowed myself to be pulled by my mom into a room. I was quiet as mouse. I didnt' speak, I barely moved. "Hey, Lindsey." Doctor Margaeret, commonly known as DOctor Marg said somewhat cheerfully. I tried to bring my fallen eyes up to look at Doctor Marg, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. "Hey." I said, woefully, my eyes still on the ground. Doctor Marg was like a second mother to me. She always had been since I was three. "What's your dream?" Doctor Marg asked quite suddenly. "To play soccer." I said automatically. I could see Doctor Marg trying unsuccessfully to smile. I think she was hoping I'd say "I want to go to Walt Disney World" like a little kid would have said. I'm not a 'little kid' anymore. I am an ambitious 13-year-old, an avid dreamer. Doctor Marg couldn't promise me anything. Not even a life. "That's a cool dream." Doctor Marg said briskly, as if she was trying to change the subject. I merely nodded my head. My mom retreated from my room. I didn't know where she was going. I didn't care. "How are you, Linda?" Doctor Marg asked, using the name she had always called me since I was three, after my mom left the room. "I'm in pain." I said, gingerly pointing to my legs. "1-10?" Doctor Marg asked almost before I finished speaking. For a fraction of a second, I smiled broadly. I quickly let my eyes fall down. "3." I answered truthfully. Doctor Marg smiled. I was in a lot less pain then lass visit. "The kemo is working." Doctor Marg said happily. I smiled for the first time in a long time. Correction; I smiled a real smile for the first time in a long time. Doctor Marg smiled. "Your smile means so much to me." Doctor Marg said, "It lights up the room. Oh, how I love seeing you smile!" I let my eyes fall towards the ground again. "Thank you." I said, purposely making my voice barely audible. "Linda, I think you will be able to play soccer." Doctor Marg said after a little while. "Really?" I asked, a ton louder. I looked at her smiling, my eyes twinkling. "Yes. You haven't been known to give up anything." Doctor Marg said, collecting more confidence with every word. "Thank you." I said, my smile still hadn't left my face. Doctor Marg checked her watch. It was time for her to go see another patient. "Keep fighting, stay strong." Doctor Marg said. She said that every time. "Also, remember, your smile means so much to me." Doctor Marg gave me a hug, I hugged her back. I knew I was going to be a soccer player. --- hehe here's another more recent excerpt, pLeAsE read this instead xp --- credits: dear theodosia instrumental HAMILTON AHHH I LOVE HAMILTON SMMMMM AKLGASLKGJA scratch :> swc the hosts and co hosts :P -- lol i stuttered a lot and in case you were wondering, i said 'march.. not november.. march...' because right before that i said november- but other then that i believe that was my only re-record xp --- ... maybe i should have scripted this... >.< ... maybe there would have been less pauses and 'um's and 'uh's and 'yeah's ... any any any year --- yes, this is how i talk irl without changing anything xD maybe i should script my everyday life :pensive: --- now i want to know how i rambled for 8 mins straight ;-; >.< --- ok i'mma stop making sections... but this is where i list everything bad about this >.< '^^ i am so bad at annunciating (or however u spell it) i ramble qwq instaid of explaining why you should pick me, i basically told you a list of reasons why not to pick me *nervous chuckle* i showed like no emotion :P and my pace was awful- like sloooow medium then fAsTTTT and i kept moving my mike in the beginning xp flip i just realized there is a lindy on scratch- lindsey sounds way too similar xD ---- accepted? tysm xD
