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This is what I'm planning to get published, this isn't the full story. Keep that in mind.

How can someone like me be so normal? When your brother is a famous? When you live in a mansion? Well, I’ll start with telling you the story of my brother’s life.

His name is Randy. He starting playing the piano when he was three. Of course, I wasn’t alive for he is six year older then me. His knowledge for the piano grew and as you guess... He become famous. The money his fans gave us was given to my mom. She said that it was like being Bill Gates. Later that year, she bought a three story mansion. So yeah, that’s how my life is. Also, if your wondering why I’m not mentioning myself at all for being amazing? That’s because everything I do and know is regular. You might be thinking, how can I be so, well, regular when my brother is famous? I’ve asked that to myself. But, as my knowledge is always the same as it should be I couldn’t answer the question. Well, now that I think about it I don’t think anyone can answer it. It could be normal or irregular. But, I didn’t care. As long as I was alive, then everything was good. Randy told me that once. Anyway, I need to really get onto the fact of where I am. I’m walking home, like any other middle-schooler. I was thinking about what snack my dad would make me when I arrived home. But, unlike my regular day something uncanny happened. I was walking while thinking (quite an easy thing.) Then I saw a lizard scurry into the bushes across my path so near my feet I almost stepped on him. Since, I loved lizards I followed him as much as I could into the bushes. He kept going though. He began to climb a wall and I debated climbing with him or going back now. My debate didn’t have all day and something wanted me to move. I jerked back as I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. I looked around me. No one. The bushes showed no sign of someone running through them and no sign of footsteps. I turned back to where my path was, forgetting the lizard. But the path was gone. I know I hadn’t gone that far into the grass. It was creepy. Every time, grass grazed my legs I felt a chill rise up. I stood, frozen with fear. Finally though, I moved. I moved up into a little clearing. But I figured out the hard way that the “clearing” wasn’t a clearing, it was a hole that was for me to fall down into.




Okay, I know I was being stupid thinking ghosts live. But seriously you never know, right? Anyway, I keep going back to the past even though everyone knows you can’t change it. Now, seriously no one could have made the hole. It was way to big but no animal ether. I kept falling but for some reason nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to scream. What was awkward about it was that instead of me falling through dirt, I passed through a whole of old things. Such as, clocks, old school desks, candles and more. Carefully, moving in the air I was some how able to flail toward the side where I held onto a school desk sticking onto the wall. I felt my phone down in the pocket of my jeans and wondered if I should call. But then again, I didn’t even know where the hole was located. So I sat there. Finally, someone called me. It wasn’t a surprise since Mom said that she would call me if I didn’t come home from school one day. So I climbed up and sat on the desk, looking at my phone. I answered.

“Zula, where are you-” The desk dropped me. Mom hung up. Well she didn’t hang up most likely but it wouldn’t let me answer any calls after that. I looked back down the hole and was happy with glee to find the hole brought me back up! Or maybe it was all a prank. I landed carefully, back down but instead of seeing my path home I saw a school. I was inside the school with a few other girls my age.

“Where am I?” I asked them. A few smiled and pointed up at the sign.

“Your at Dark Magic Academy.” One said. I stopped talking. My throat was to swelled now to say anything. I was in another world.
 
I luv it and do you use Google docs? You have some spelling errors and btw where r u goin' to publish it? Wattpad would b good
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This is what I'm planning to get published, this isn't the full story. Keep that in mind.

How can someone like me be so normal? When your brother is a famous? When you live in a mansion? Well, I’ll start with telling you the story of my brother’s life.

His name is Randy. He starting playing the piano when he was three. Of course, I wasn’t alive for he is six year older then me. His knowledge about the piano grew and as you can guess, he became famous. The money his fans gave us was given to my mom. She said that it was like being Bill Gates. Later that year, she bought a three story mansion. So yeah, that’s how my life is. Also, if your wondering why I’m not mentioning myself at all for being amazing, that’s because everything I do and know is regular. You might be thinking, how can I be so, well, regular when my brother is famous? I’ve asked that to myself but, as my knowledge is always the same as it should be, I couldn’t answer the question.

Well, now that I think about it I don’t think anyone can answer it. It could be normal or irregular, but I don't care. As long as I am alive, then everything is good. Randy told me that once. Anyway, I need to really get onto the fact of where I am. I’m walking home, like any other middle-schooler. I was thinking about what snack my dad would make me when I arrived home, but, unlike my regular day, something uncanny happened. I was walking while thinking (quite an easy thing) when I saw a lizard scurry into the bushes across my path so near my feet I almost stepped on him. Since I loved lizards, I followed him as much as I could into the bushes. He kept going though.

He began to climb a wall and I debated whether to climb up with him or go back now. My debate didn’t have all day and something wanted me to move. I jerked back as I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. I looked around me. No one. The bushes showed no sign of someone running through them and no sign of footsteps. I turned back to where my path was, forgetting the lizard, but the path was gone. I know I hadn’t gone that far into the grass. It was creepy. Every time grass grazed my legs, I felt a chill rise up. I stood, frozen with fear. Finally though, I moved. I moved into a little clearing, but I figured out the hard way that the “clearing” wasn’t a clearing. It was a hole that was for me to fall down into.

Okay, I know I was being stupid thinking ghosts live, but seriously, you never know, right? Anyway, I kept going back to the past even though everyone knows you can’t change it. Now, no one could have made the hole. It was way too big but no animal ether. I kept falling but for some reason nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to scream. What was awkward about it was that instead of me falling through dirt, I passed through a whole of old things. Such as: clocks, old school desks, candles and more. Carefully moving in the air, I was somehow able to flail towards the side where I held onto a school desk sticking out of the wall. I felt my phone down in the pocket of my jeans and wondered if I should call someone, but then again, I didn’t even know where the hole was located. So I sat there. Finally, someone called me. It wasn’t a surprise since Mom said that she would call me if I didn’t come home from school one day. So I climbed up and sat on the desk, looking at my phone. I answered.

“Zula, where are you-” The desk dropped me. Mom hung up. Well, most likely she didn’t hang up but it wouldn’t let me answer any calls after that. I looked back down the hole and was happy to find that the hole was bringing me back up! Or maybe it was all a prank... I landed carefully back down but instead of seeing my path home, I saw a school. I was inside the school with a few other girls my age.

“Where am I?” I asked them. A few smiled and pointed up at the sign.

“Your at Dark Magic Academy,” one said. I stopped talking. My throat was too swelled now to say anything. I was in another world.

love it!!! awesome :D but I think u should get an editor bcz of the spelling mistakes xD here, I'll quote ur story and fix all the spelling errors in the quote lol.
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One mistake : His name is Randy . He started playing the piano when he was three.
I saw it like this : He starting playing the piano when he was three.
I could be also He started playing the piano since he was three. He was fcking good at it that he earned fcking fame and fcking cash that forced him to buy doritos, mtn dew, ferraris
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Ok ok u guys seem to be saying that I missed some spelling errors and stuff so Imma do the quoting and fixing thing again...
This is what I'm planning to get published, this isn't the full story. Keep that in mind.

How can someone like me be so normal? When your brother is a famous? When you live in a mansion? Well, I’ll start with telling you the story of my brother’s life.

His name is Randy. He started playing the piano when he was three. Of course, I wasn’t alive for he is six year older than me. His knowledge about the piano grew and as you can guess, he became famous. The money his fans gave us was given to my mom. She said that it was like being Bill Gates. Later that year, she bought a three story mansion. So yeah. That’s how my life is. Also, if your wondering why I’m not mentioning myself at all for being amazing, that’s because everything I do and know is regular. You might be thinking, how can I be so regular when my brother is famous? I’ve asked that to myself too, but, as my knowledge is always the same as it should be, I couldn’t answer the question. Well, now that I think about it I don’t think anyone can answer it. It could be regular or irregular. But I don’t care. As long as I am alive, then everything is good. Randy told me that once. Anyway, I really need to get to the fact of where I am. I’m walking home, like any other middle-schooler. I was thinking about what snack my dad would make me when I arrived home. But, unlike my regular day, something uncanny happened. I was walking while thinking (quite an easy thing) when I saw a lizard scurry into the bushes across my path so near my feet I almost stepped on him. Since I loved lizards, I followed him as much as I could into the bushes. He kept going though. He began to climb a wall and I debated whether to follow him or go back now. My debate didn’t have all day and something wanted me to move. I jerked back as I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. I looked around me. No one. The bushes showed no sign of someone running through them and no sign of footsteps. I turned back to where my path was, forgetting the lizard. But the path was gone. I know I hadn’t gone that far into the grass. It was creepy. Every time grass grazed my legs I felt a chill rise up. I stood, frozen with fear. Finally though, I moved. I moved into a little clearing. But I figured out the hard way that the “clearing” wasn’t a clearing. It was a hole that was for me to fall down into.




Okay, I know I was being stupid thinking ghosts live, but seriously, you never know, right? Anyway, I kept going back to the past even though everyone knows you can’t change it. Now, no one could have made this hole. It was way to big but no animal either. I kept falling but for some reason nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to scream. What was awkward about it was that instead of me falling through dirt, I passed through a whole bunch of random old things such as: clocks, old school desks, candles and more. Carefully moving in the air, I was somehow able to flail toward the side where I held onto a school desk sticking out of the wall. I felt my phone down in the pocket of my jeans and wondered if I should call someone but I didn’t even know where the hole was located. So I sat there. Finally, someone called me. It wasn’t a surprise since Mom said that she would call me if I didn’t come home from school one day. I climbed up and sat on the desk. Looking at my phone, I clicked the green 'answer' button and put the phone to my ear.

“Zula, where are you-” before mom could finish her sentence, the desk I was sitting on disconnected from the wall and dropped. Mom hung up. Well, most likely she didn’t hang up but it wouldn’t let me answer any calls after that. I looked back down the hole and was happy to find the hole brought me back up! Or maybe it was all a prank... I landed carefully back down but instead of seeing my path home, I saw a school. I was inside the school with a few other girls my age.

“Where am I?” I asked them. A few smiled and pointed up at a sign.

“You're at Dark Magic Academy,” one said. I stopped talking. My throat was too swelled now to say anything. I was in another world.
Ok someone tell meh if I missed something here. If I did, I'll edit this post..
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Ok ok u guys seem to be saying that I missed some spelling errors and stuff so Imma do the quoting and fixing thing again...

Ok someone tell meh if I missed something here. If I did, I'll edit this post..
"Your at Dark Magic Academy " should be "You're at Dark Magic Academy"
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I know this may sound a little stupid but wanna make a google doc and make a story together?
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I know this may sound a little stupid but wanna make a google doc and make a story together?
That's not stupid, it's actually a good idea.

Working together with someone else when your writing or whatever will help you increase your knowledge about whatever your doing :) Good luck!!
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I'm actually working on a Percy Jackson fan fiction (don't call me a fan boy) with 2 other people from my class
That's not stupid, it's actually a good idea.

Working together with someone else when your writing or whatever will help you increase your knowledge about whatever your doing :) Good luck!!
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