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Emma “Grace” Gajewski
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Camden County High School does not care about its female students. My freshman year, I was violently harassed by a boy in my grade, when I reached out to administration, they made minimal effort to ensure this harassment ended. It did not. However, administration declared me, a 14 year old girl at the time, a harlot for wearing a tank top in 98 degree heat.

Camden County High School does not care about your daughters. My freshman year, I was violently harassed by a boy in my grade, when I reached out to administration, they made minimal effort to ensure this harassment ended. It did not. However, administration declared me, a 14 year old girl at the time, a harlot for wearing a tank top in 98 degree heat.

Words are simply the shadows of thoughts and whispers of what the author wants. And the same goes for characters. Characters in a story of the authors imagining are glimpses of how the author seeth herself, and how she wishes she was. In a story, you see an ideal life with ideal people, a dream of the authors dreaming, conveyed into words. A secret chest, in which everyone owns a key. Fantasies unlocked, where magic becomes real. Lowly people rising to heroic deeds. People once heroic bringing shame onto himself. The wishes and wants of the author, all things doing her bidding alone, creating a perfect world, in which she can delve and breath in

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The patterns and swirls of the gold against the shimmery pearl pink of the vest. How it complimented the fine jewels of diamonds and crystal stones. And O! how the full skirt came cascading down from her hips, and dragged the train across the ballroom floor as she danced. If only she saw the beauty of her smile against her clear cheeks. And her gold hair falling in curls down her back and over her shoulders. How her red lips complimented her smile. And as she bowed, the crystal tiara did not budge from her head. The beauty that the ball procession saw was not the same as she, the beautiful, saw. In the looking glass she saw a monster, but that be not her, but how she hath seeth herself in the looking glass.  


This is a paragraph I started writing earlier this year and it was just meant to be a poem at the time and now it's sorta spiraled out of control from this to a super long sonnet and I have no idea how it happened.

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My newest piece of work. Still has no title. A bit of swearing, in case that makes you uncomftorable

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So, writing fantasy can be tricky. But I found this website on tumblr earlier this month. It has ready made descriptions and names that are 100% legal to use, so no copyrighting on the words or anything. Anyway, I've found it helpful so decided to share. 

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I was at Disney for the past week, and hadn't a chance to check on here or get on. 

So, I used to have a profile, and then I sorta stopped going on. So, here is the revised one: 
Name: Emma
Age:14
Godly Parent: Athena
Looks: blonde hair, usually in a ponytail or just free. And bluish grey eyes. Glasses. Usually wearing a green pendant for protection. Jeans and t-shirt. Grey converse, or leather boots. 
Weapon Of Choice: bow and a small dagger
Likes: books, trees, internet, food, singing, writing
Dislikes: unintelligent people, spiders, meat
Bio: was claimed when 8 years old and brought to Camp, after using wits to save a son of Aphrodite. Was blessed with charmespeak from Aphrodite after that. Ran about the countryside for a few years, fighting monsters. Helped with the Titan battle. And (Egyptian for anyone who's read the Kane Chronicles) hosts the god Set and works at the Fifth Nome. 
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