I remember when I did this exact same thing in ACL. It was so fun. I wonder why this is the same exact thing.

This is at Warwick Castle In England. I've been once before and its awesome.

I went through all the comments and like, only 1 person said Percy Jackson/ Logan Lerman. Is it a holiday for my fellow jacksoners out there? Omg, I love Logan Lerman. <3

Part 4:
As I stare into his eyes his mouth opens while he takes my hand and he says in a British accent,
"Hello love, my name's Oliver. I guess we're soulmates."
THE END

Part 3:
Look somewhat alive. After a while of examining my boney frame and fixing myself up, I go into a stall and do my business. After I exit I wash my hands and walk to the bathroom door. Then it happened to fast. I abruptly open the door a place one foot over the threshld when a boy about my age tripped over. He must've been running because the momentum threw him to the wall. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I ran to his side to nurse his pounding head when we meet each others eyes. We're both so lost in each others brillient blue eyes that we don't register the beeping of both of our brackets and the clanking off them falling to the floor shortlr after. We break from our eye contact to momentarily glace at our braclets.
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I feel eyes staring at me and I look up. The guy is now standing and I can see how handsome he is now. He's looking down at me with seductive yet innocent, playful smirk, and he puts him arm out to me to help me up.

Part 2:
I'm done with the fast and immense beeping of the many metal machines besides me, and the sickly sharp needles currently residing in my arms. I'm so nervous and frightened, and I really need to pee. I carefully pull the iv out of my arm and unhook my machines. My conditions currently stable and I usally stay at home after one of my routine check ups but the doctors suggested that I stay for observation. That can't be good. So anyways, after getting the machines unconnected from me, I carefully throw my legs of the side of the bed and place my pale, bare feet on the cool, clean tile of my hospital room. I raise my self from my bed , and make my way towards the bathroom right next to my room. I enter quietly and I'm surprised to see I'm alone. I walk towards the mirror so that I'm in front of it and I can't help but cringe at how pale my skin is compared to my dark ebony hair that goes to my midsection. My cerulean eyes pierce the contrast between my skin and hair and make me

Okay, I'll do one. Part One.
Ever since everyone got wristbands on their wrist that tell them the time they would find there soul mate, let's just say I was less ecstatic than most. Then again, who would love a skimpy girl with cancer. I've never really thought about meeting the one who would love me, have kids with me, be my husband , and grow old with me; mostly because I'm dying. I'm not going to be able to grow old with my soul mate, and all because of my stupid cancer ridden body. But now I am so nervous. The ticking of my clock and the pounding of my heart are the only things that fill my empty hospital room.
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Who is possibly going to visit me at 8:00Pm? I'm not sure if my clock is counting down how long I have left until I meet my Prince charming, or how long I have left until I die alone.
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Oh god. My hearts beating uncontrollably fast, and my heart machine is trying to catch up. I can't take it anymore.