Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

:D :D :D love it!

But i do have some Constructive Critisism, if you're up for it.

(view spoiler)[In the Messege 24: I red back over the letter for my mom.

read instead of red

Also: In Messege 24: Back in my bedroom I was writing an email to my mom when my phone ringed, alerting me to a new text. It was from Lucy.

rang instead of ringed

I don't think there is anything else, but yeah. :D (hide spoiler)]

Only read that if ya want some CC

I'm just using Microsoft Word, 2007 XDXDXDXDXD prob not gonna be as FANCY, but hey, what the heck, it's fun! :)

Sooo good, maj!!!!!!

what does TY mean?

I am very excited, FWI :)

CHARLOTTE! :D :D: D :D :D :D :D

: :D:D :D :D :D

1,257 Cherries

"So." He drawls. I immediately don't like his voice. "You're new."

I glance briefly in Samantha's direction, but she wasn't paying any attention, instead immersed in the textbook. I look back at the boy and say nothing. Finally, I say, "I suppose I'm not considered 'old' if I've been here for a few hours."

The boy grimaced. Clearly my answer wasn't the predicted one.

"Uh, Indigo? Er, might I ask one thing? Where are we?" I asked hesitantly.

XD LOVE IT

I know what you mean, I barely get any comments on my writing :-(

:D thanks!!! It sounds okay?

WELL IM STILL HERE!!!

"Faster!" I screamed. Indigo glanced behind her and gasped. The house was falling apart at the seams. Literally. All around us, walls were crumbling, shelves falling, mirrors shattering, and a numeber of odd artifacts dropping with bangs to the floor.

NOPE

private message Charlotte :)

coolio

Got it!

Ooh!!! But, didn't Rose Tyler want to be a competitor?

And, do we private message you?

Yes, I was different. True, I was exceptionally pretty, (the blue knee length dress set off my hair perfectly), and I wore jewelry like a fashion model, but I was different in another way. I was-

"Hey! Lady! Would ya move?" Suddenly, I whipped my head around to stare that the man screaming at me. I stopped walking, and put my hands on my hips. I ignored the fact that I was in the middle of the street, and just glared at the truckdriver.

He didn't look too healthy, and dirty clothes and a cigarette sticking out of the side of his mouth didn't make him look any prettier.

I flinched slightly at the sight of smoke curling out of the window of the truck. Terrible for the environment.

"Lady! You're standing in the middle of the road! Move!" he honked his horn, glaring at me. I glared right back. Although I suppose he couldn't really see my eyes out from under my sunglasses.