The Truth is... when I first joined the vine, I thought everyone was between the ages of 9-16...
I was like 13 hehe
Why do you think I ask to participate with most of you guys? I'm the youngest of the bunch. I love learning. I showed up before I even knew what a freaking pronoun was. I've grown up on this site....literally lol
Miss Michelle absorbed every word uttered by the Spaniard's most recent conquest, even portraying dismay for the simple satisfaction of escalating drama. "You have quite the mouth on you", she muttered in her usually unnecessary, sensual tone, "I'm sure that's why Andres keeps you." She jumped up a bit, applauding the response erected by her dramatically masterful entrance. "Now shut the hell up." Without much need for retaliation the violet eyed menace instinctively acted upon the visage expertly crafted by the always enigmatic @ambrosius. Within several seconds the brash beauty found herself in the possession of Angela's much talked about talisman. And although it wasn't the most audacious of activities the curvaceous witch found solace in not having to disfigure such a beautiful face.
"Look what we have here", her voice heightened with excitement. Whilst dispersing from the scene with tantalizing properties in hand the always eccentric socialite discovered a fine bottle of bourbon. "Oh please, don't judge me." She scoffed at her mystical maestro, annoyed by his nonverbal remarks. Nevertheless she'd soon lick the deliciously divine drink from her fingertip as her certainly pleased sister placed her precious talisman around her own petite neck.
"I kind of liked @mercy_. She's kind of hot in a homely sort of way", she sarcastically remarked as she strutted in her sharp stilettos alongside the always planning witch bitch, further intrigued by the continuously evolving game of cat and mouse. "And if what you say is true. If the game finally gets fun then @andres_knightfall will have no choice but to accept defeat. However, as much as we cast stones against the genetically deficient that man is far more intelligent than I care to admit. And with that surely ferocious lapdog by his side; what're we to do?" Clarice curiously questioned, taking a swig of juicy delight to subside her emerging concerns. "Please, tell me what's next. I'm just dying to know."