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                                       TigerDeathKid

I am the best person on the universe and the pretty that all that look at me have died. Bow become creatures of Wattpad.  I am a geek lover of games and I am a game creater of the game Destroyer of BattleField- Two character you chose to be the warrior Save or the Mage Avey they can be female or male and they must try to destroy the Evil Queen Morgan that wants no one to read. You must go around the land and collect the magical books to dethrone her.

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    Being 23 and a roleplayer on Wattpad makes me feel old as Everyone seems to be getting young what if someone is only a year old but somehow got into Wattpad. The good thing about being a game creater was I did all my work at home. Now I only a multi-million company that produce video games. Only some of my coworker now that most of the time I'm on Wattpad in my office, so I'm normally on Wattpad 24/7. Bad thing is I have to stop to get food and miss hundreds of comments when gone for ten minutes, but only miss five when I'm off for a whole day. To reply to the many roleplays I do my office is filled with computers and I just sit on a rolling chair till I see a new comment on one of the 20 screens. I live in a two story house which looks very nice, and when people come over they ask why I'm single. I think you would know if you went into my room where do you think my money goes if it isn't my house. My friends all laugh when someone asks saying you should see what she does behind closed doors. I'm a junk food eating, binge watcher, video game player, and a obsessed roleplayer. What do you do with a lot of money? You surly don't go to parties as they're awkward. At one point I want to tell others about my wattpad life till there was a mass of parents saying that Wattpad was bad, and I didn't want to make the company look bad. Today I got to go to a school to talk about business. That's clearly what I want to do in life when I grew up, but my public manger said it was good for the media. Which lead me to the school of BarnWood it was early in the morning so I was surprise to hearing talking then a bang. Sarah my public manger and I looked at each other and ran the direction of the sound which was ever hard in heel and I was missing my sneakers.  We soon found the scene a medium height, pale skin, black hair covering eyes boy was being held by is neck being lifted up than banged against the locker over and over. "Hey you stop!"

     The bullys ran and we went to the kid his neck was lined with the hand mark of the other boy and problem had bruises on his back. The kid slowly got up and grab his bag and started to walk away. "Are you going to the nurse?"

    "No."

    "You're hurt badly."

    "This happens all the time it's finish,"he then pulled his turtle neck up to hide the marking.

     We made no moves to go to him as he clearly wanted nothing to do with us. We walked to the room and I went in the bell soon rang while the teacher was telling me what to do the students can in. I was to learn their names when they go down the row saying them. It soon started and when it came to the last person I was shocked it was the boy. His eyes showed worry as he stood up looking at the ground he said his name in a whisper and the teacher told him to speak louder and it did a little soon she just said sit down. Turning to me she told me the name of the mystery boy was Arthur Chad.