Click the background! Happy Jan 9th! Thanks to: 1. @16162121 2. @anima15ru13 3. koreanbbq4life Next edition comes on January 22nd, just in time for LUNAR NEW YEAR! Can't wait for two weeks! Updates: 10 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days of a horrible war, between the famous Ukraine and Russia. McKarthy was elected to Congress. Vikings won over the Bears, 29-13. So far, the best soccer team in 2023 is Manchester City! Let's go! Writing: Island Danger: The only reason I’m not dead right now is because of a riptide. No, I didn’t write that down wrong. And yes, the same riptide that kills over one hundred people every year. So how did the erm… un-kill me? Maybe my body somehow sensed a ‘danger vibe’, or maybe the water brushed my shoulder, and the cool liquid snapped my brain out of its bruised coma. Whatever it was, I was awakened by my damp jeans sticking to me. The short green fabric was plastered against my tanned skin. Wait… why was it tanned? I jolted out of coma mode. “Mirabelle!” I scrambled in the dry, beige sand to my friend right besides me just before the water covered her nose. I vigorously yanked her further up the… island? “Mirabelle, MIRABELLE!” I screamed. Half of her long, strawberry-blonde hair was wet, and sand clung to it and a barnacle clung to a whale. Her short bangs hung over her closed eyes, so the water hadn’t ever reached up there. That was good, right? In my state of panic, I just shook my friend until a tiny splutter emerged from her wet, pink lips. “Cami?” Mirabelle’s voice was hoarse, with tiny coughs of water spurting from her mouth, but it was Mirabelle’s voice, and it was alive. “Mirabelle!” I hugged her, getting my yellow HOLA! shirt wet, but half of me was already wet, so I didn’t care. Besides, all of Mirabelle’s pink dress and cut up leggings under were damp, so we both deserved to be wet together. Besides, I was sure it would dry out quickly. It was so hot out here. Mirabelle mumbled something like gibberish, and I scored our surroundings with my pale eyes vigorously. The light sand under us shifted as I pulled myself and Mirabelle up to the single palm tree in the middle of the island, the green leaves swaying gently, settling an aroma of ‘calm’ on me once again. Wait. WHY THE HECK WERE WE ON AN ISLAND? New add on: FAVORITE THING! This edition's thing: GIFS My personal favorite thing is a GIF where Tinkerbell is dying, with the text: OH NO ITS MONDAY. I HATE MONDAYS! -16162121
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