Tambry's thumbs pounded against the keys of her phone, angrily typing out curses in the tiny text window to Robbie. Things were going so very well for her best friend and his teenage crush, and it was absolutely infuriating. Still, it wasn't fair for her to try and get in the way of his progress with Wendy. With a sigh, she closed the device and turned away, resolving to continue avoiding them and the feeling that her heart was breaking for the remainder of the party.
((My precious baby Tambry my love my angle.
(Just go ask Robbie to dance and call him your princess and you two can waltz to the rock music and headbang to slow songs that’s what he wants anyways.)
Put “Dear Santa” in my inbox and I’ll write a letter asking Santa for your muse this Christmas.
Bonus points if your muse finds it!
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Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
“In life it’s easier to just give up than it is to try your best, but the feelings and rewards of success are much greater than that of failure.”
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