My friend thought I couldn't make up a plot in less than a minute. I proved her wrong.

Basically, there's a girl named Natasha Elizabeth Skylar who lives in Moscow. She finds a haunted house and a ghost named Angelica will kill her unless she finds the holy donut to satisfy her. With the help of a friendly ghost called Peggy. The two find the holy donut and give it to Angelica who is satisfied with her work and Peggy fades out of view to help someone else in need named Maria.

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During lunch we were playing a game where we had to do impressions of each other. I think you know where this is going...

Friend: SNOW AND PHILIP GO (fun fact half of my friends are boys)

Philip: AASKHJGUGBUHGBDHAMILTONKJADFNKJSDNFJ

Me: My name is Philip I am a poet and I wrote this poem just to show it and I just turned 9 you can write rhymes but you can't write mine

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Me last night: I'm going to sleep at a decent time tonight
Also me last night: *watches Tango Maureen until 1 AM*

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I'm 99.9% sure that there's a smutty rp in my newsfeed

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I feel horrible. With everything that's been happening, all the pressure from here and from home built up on me. As usual everyone was fighting. If you think the fights here are bad, the fights at home are 10 times worse. And we have about 5 of them each day. Today I got yelled at. My parents threatened not to let me go to Girl Scout Camp. Something inside me snapped. Those weeks I spend there are the best ones I have all year. They couldn't take it away from me. My hand holding a spoon froze about to rise from my plate. Tears welled up in my eyes and dropped onto the my pants. My hand started shaking as the dam of build of emotions broke flooding my senses. I shoved myself away from the table and dashed to my room. After scanning the shelves I found the Graveyard Book and flipped to the part about the Danse Macabre which always calms me down. Now they're fighting again. I can hear their insulting words. Listing all my flaws. Saying that I should stop being a crybaby. Then they talk about my brother and he shouts back. They're fighting as usual. I ran away to my room as usual. I just wish that they got along better. However, I know that there's no hope of that.

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And now my brother is playing Safety Doorknob.

I am surrounded by idiots

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Brother: I'm pretty sure that Natahsa has STDs after all of this.

Me: *chokes on nonexistent water*