A/N This was suggested Von a friend. Because I was Schreiben this thing one Tag and she loved it. So when I was on this site she suggested me to do this fanfiction yea, And also whoever plays woozworld should look on my woozin for the Jane and Jeff stuff XP. ********************************************************
I look at the school name. 'Creepypasta high' well I bet this is gonna be interesting.
I walk in Creepypasta high seeing every Creepypasta there is.
"Hey Jane!" called out sonic.exe.
"Hi Sonic! How many people did Du scare during the summer?" I ask.
Hello Muggles! I really would like your opinions on my Harry Potter/ Hunger Games Crossover Fanfic! Anything I could change, oder add to it... I am finished typing, so nothing passed the last word....And deleting it is not a suggestion.. The begining and end is a little boring, like any story..... But thans for your time! :D It is quite long
THE POTTER GAMES
Peeta and I had just won the Hunger Games. A televised fight to the death. My sister, Prim, had been chosen to be in the Games, so I took her place. Now I was at Home with her and my mother. Peeta was living in a house near me. We had pretended...
(Found it on the internet thought it was pretty interesting.)
You call your victim and Du want to confuse them. No laughing oder anything, just a normal voice like someone would call you. Me and my Friends do this a lot.
Script: You call the person...
Person: Hello? You: Hello? Person: Uh, hi. Who is this and what do Du want? You: What? Oh no no no no no! It is Du who is calling me. Ok, so what did Du need? Person: No no I didn't call you. Du called me. Wait, who is this?? You: NO! I didn't call you! Du are the one who called me! Now i ask one Mehr time who are Du and why did Du call my at this...
A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop & her son saying, "All of Du bastards who want off, get the hell off now, 'cause this is the last stop! And all of Du bastards who are getting on, get your arsch in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."
The horrified mother went in & told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want Du to go to your room & stay there for TWO HOURS. When Du come out,you may play with your train, but I want you...