The discreet smell of gasoline and oil and metal blown everywhere, yup, there had definitely been a terrible accident. I walk around, rummaging through the dust and burnt wood pieces, looking for past memories. I found some pictures of my family, but some people were burnt out. I recognized some people, my aunt Opal, my uncle Ike, and my sister Zulia. My mom’s and dad’s faces were burned out of the picture. I put the picture in my bag and continued to look around. da then, the flames died down and I could continue my cerca farther.
OOC: I would really appreciate if any fan on this page out there would start to write some stories. Without some stories, this page has no purpose. I am the only one that has written a fanfiction. Please, I really want to hear some other stories from all of the other people on this page because that is the point of this page, to roleplay and create stories for everyone. Please take it into consideration, thank te ~GlitterPuff
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