Good to know you did well! Inshallah others ones will be fine as well! Take rest and don't take mich pressure! You got this 👏
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Fantastic!! I was sure all your hard work would be recognized and rewarded! 👌 I'm really happy for you and I'm glad to know that next week will be your last before your holidays! 🥳 Too bad about your phone; I know this unexpected event is putting a spoke in your wheels. I hope it can be fixed soon. 🍀 Have a great day!
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Aww that’s awesome!! 😭👏 I’m so glad your paper went great and that your teacher said you did a good job — that’s honestly such a relief 😭💪 Tbh, i was kinda expecting you to go above average, I just knew you were gonna do great😌🤭and yeahh learning everything by heart sounds smart, you got this!! 🧠🔥 good luck for your last exams, you’re almost done 😭🫶 and omg your poor phone 💀💀 definitely deserves a break lol 😭 using your tablet sounds like a good idea 😌💕 have a great day/
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Hii , i know your busy with your tests (all the best )and your phone needs repairing, i wanna make a request , and don't worry , i don't care how long it takes , take your time . As stranger things finale is coming in Nov , is it possible for a stranger things and miraculous crossover? Stranger things x miraculous? . And don't hesitate to refuse i won't mind 😌. Just wanna know your thoughts about it. Thank yo
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Congrats!! I knew it u will be able to do it But there's a request Can you please make an edit of marinette with the song alice alice by Peggy and in place of alice switch it with mari in the text pleaseee
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I know you'll do great on your exam's Sarah cutie I believe in you sweetie 🫂🫂💝
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 49 – THE TRUE JEZEBEL (Part 1) The police helicopter’s blades spun relentlessly above Building 138. Below, the followers of the imprisoned Jezzie and her twin sister, Sister Maria Valentina, had been waiting for over an hour, armed and masked, for the next order from their leader. The officers, fully aware of the stakes, had already raised their rifles by the helicopter windows — ready to act if the fragile truce broke. Meanwhile, Sister Maria led the Lass-Kickers and Ritchie through the crumbling corridors. “The rules that guide mi rebaño, as my sister used to say, are strict but sacred,” she said. “No violence among residents. One dollar per day in rent — any delay means eviction. Drugs are forbidden. Alcohol, only wine. All food must be shared equally. Every two hours, we praise both the Bible and my sister’s writings. That’s how I’ve kept order in the alley for years. Deserters? Extremely rare.” Her staff lit the way with red LED lights shining from the eyes of a bull skull, casting dancing shadows on the walls and spreading unease among the visitors. Humidity thickened with every step down, and the air grew heavier — as if the entire building were breathing along with them. Heidi and Soozie, the most impressionable of the group, shuffled behind like two old ladies crossing a street. Fantine, Jenny, and Betty, more religious, made the sign of the cross in silence. Ritchie clung to Justine’s arm, probably regretting coming along with his girlfriend. As they descended toward the basement, dodging passed-out drunks and broken steps, they noticed inscriptions on the walls — fragments of Jezebel’s memories mixed with punk rock lyrics translated into Spanish. Most were probably written by Jezzie herself, back when she survived there through hunger, cold, loneliness, and daily gunfire. One of them, scrawled in charcoal on a cracked tile, read: “El hambre no duele — sólo recuerda que aún estás viva.” (Hunger doesn’t hurt — it only reminds you that you’re still alive.) The group stopped before an old wooden door, painted black and locked with a padlock the size of a fist. In the center of the door, painted in the traditional blood-red letters that seemed to drip: LA VERDADERA JEZEBEL “I always knew this day would come, señoritas,” said Sister Maria. “It’s the only part of the complex I’ve never entered. Out of respect for my sister, I never tried to break it open. I don’t know what Jezzie kept here. I just knew that if this lock was ever to be opened… it had to be by the right person.” She wiped the padlock with the edge of her habit, revealing a Kabuki mask crudely engraved in the metal — identical to the one on Jezebel’s keychain. The Lass-Kickers’ jaws dropped. “A padlock?” Betty gasped. “And we’ve been looking for some giant drawing on the doors!” “We never would’ve figured it out!” admitted Justine. “That maniac’s a genius,” added Cindy. “She drew the library map by memory, marked the box’s exact spot, used the school colors as hints to solve the Rubik’s cube, and still sealed everything with a symbol that rust itself would hide!” Sister Maria took a deep breath. “Even after La Kabukita was banned from wrestling, she remained my sister’s greatest muse. That’s why her manuscripts are filled with that mask. Uh… Jenny?” “Yes?” “My sister gave you the key. Tú la abres.” Jenny froze. Her breath hitched. The memory of the 2008 final cut through her mind like a cold blade: the packed gym, the shattered tibia, and Jezebel — the girl who had vanished nearly a year before — rising from the darkness, wearing the Lass-Kickers’ uniform and her inseparable black leather cape. From that day on, Jenny believed Jezzie had wanted to take her place. Cindy, her official substitute, had been in Shanghai for her great-grandmother’s funeral. Even after making peace with Jezebel recently, Jenny still carried that weight like an invisible scar. “Me…?” she took a hesitant step back. “Alright then…” Her favorite black suit — the one she wore as the principal of Jeff Hyman High — suddenly felt heavier. As if she were about to defuse a bomb, she ran a hand through her long hair, loosened her red tie, pulled an old rusty key from her pocket, and slid it into the padlock. The key turned with resistance, as though something inside still fought not to be released. For a moment, the world fell silent. Jenny drew in a breath. The skull-shaped rings pressed against her fingers; her sweat-soaked devilock strand fell across her face. CLICK! The sound of the lock echoed like a muffled thunderclap. Outside, Sister Maria’s followers lowered their weapons and removed their masks, bowing to something they didn’t even understand. In the helicopter, the officers froze — unsure of what exactly had been unleashed. But everyone felt the same chill crawling up their spine. A single name seemed to vibrate through the walls and the thick, humid air: Jezebel.
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Now what's the deal with rendering Sublime on that American Beauty scene?
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~Sarah's Miraculous Stories~
The paper went great😃 Afterwards I encountered my teacher in the parking lot while I was waiting for my dad to come pick me up. She told me that I got above average in the second paper so I'm relieved 😭 she said I did a good job but some little details were missing. I told her about the lack of time, but during these two months of holidays, I'll learn everything BY HEART so that every single thing comes immediately to mind. I can't waste time by thinking a lot 🧘♀️my exams will finally end next weekkk🫠 About my phone, I'll have to wait for a month cause the specialist isn't in Mauritius rn. My dad won't be able to drive to another town to get my phone repaired there so I'll be careful for now..I'll definitely avoid writing long hour stories on it and instead do it on the tablet lol😭 This phone's been over heating a lot cause of that and editing so it deserves some rest💀 I'll also come back on Pinterest soon^^
Ps. Have a good night/day!❤
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