Thread:Jangles9/@comment-39746027-20191030021122/@comment-39746027-20191206025816

I walked into the building where the Lights Out Tour would be held, in my Brandy Melville butterfly tank top, and my Levi mom jeans. All of the sudden, i tripped on the shoelace of my checkered vans! I CHABUNKED to the ground. The sense of emberassment came through me, my heart pumping. I got up quickly, and ran into the meet and greet room. I felt my hair, realising my pink scrunchie fell out. I looked to the ground, sad, and lonely. What will i ever do, without my soft pink scrunchie? The doors opened, smoke coming out from the sides, the room filled with E-boys! I couldn't believe what i saw, it was liek a million angels sprung out from gleaming heaven. Payton Moormier held up a pink scrunchie, with his masculine arms. (I hate myself i need to stop) "Is this anyone's scrunchie?" He asked to the large crowd of other 12 yer o- I mean 17 year old girls. It was my scrunchie! I ran up to him, like lightning from a bottle. "It's mine!" I shouted in joy. "Here you go" He handed it to me, gentle as a dove. (Easy ankles to break so he can never run away) "Thank you!" I said, in happiness of his discovery. "How old are you?" He asked, waving his bright blue eyes. "I am... BABY YODA"