Well, I don't know if you are interested but my name is Windy. Not Wendy, Windy. Windy Cityhiller, at your service! Ugh... I'm the Weirdo in this story... About me. And if you are not concerned about me, then return to whence you came! Sorry happened again. So yeah... Not a very interesting story yet, and I guess I don't know what the story is really about but, it's really interesting in the end, oops I'm spoiling it, and maybe I don't know what to do with the story so.... what do I do now? Oh yeah back to the story about my weirdo, life. So I'm going to start writing my story about me being the weirdo. So let me tell you a little bit about the story, so once upon a time I just minding my own business and all of sudden I walk up to my locker there's a note stuck in it. So of course I'm curious about the note says, and so of course, I read it. WINDY CITYHILLER IS A WEIRDO. I read it thinking, who did this? I'm a weirdo? I didn't do anything but in the end I ended up being the weirdo.
There's a brief summary of what my story is going to be. This is my first book on wattpad and its going to be a bit hectic btw.
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Weirdo
HumorWhen you think of it, I think of something totally different. Windy is a totally average, normal, run-of-the-mill kind of girl. Before she gets the note.Now she's trying to find who wrote the note and not get overwhelmed by what the note said. Will...
