“Oh, oh, oh! Try this one on” Megan demanded
“If I try this on, Artemis has to try this cute dress on!” I exclaimed
“If I have to try that dress on, Megan has to try this camisa on!” Artemis smiled. We all went into the dressing room’s, trying on different outfits that we picked for each other. The one I was trying on was a green nightmare: a super short green skirt, super high green boots, and a revealing green top. I stepped out, only to find Artemis and Megan already in their outfits. For Artemis, I picked out an laranja dance dress with a hoop cinto, correia and a sash. For Megan, Artemis picked out a beautiful brown and gold cabeçada top. We all laughed and changed back into our regular clothes. That’s when Megan saw it. And por it, I mean the manikin. Apparently, it spoke to her, telling her to get me to try it on. I did. And it looked horribly great on me. It was a red one strap camisa with a half open skirt. She completed the look with a gold tiara, silver shoes and a silver bracelet. I changed out of it and bought it. Artemis bought the laranja dance dress I found for her, but Megan didn’t get anything accept for ideas. She said she could just change her clothes por using her mental command. When we got back, I realized my tiara didn’t look good with my hair if it was braided.
“Megan, can you help me with my hair?” I asked
“Sure!” she exclaimed. She was in my room with a brush, a curling iron, a straightening iron, a comb, clips of all different sizes and a mirror within seconds. I looked at her in awe.
“How do you do that?” I asked. She just smiled.
“I have the perfect look for you” she said. She grabbed a chair (or mais like used her telekinesis to bring it over) pushed me into it and started working. Sometimes, she would pull a bit too hard, or the straightening iron would touch me and I would flinch. When she was finished, she handed me the mirror and I looked into it. I looked awesome. My hair was up in a bun, with straightened pieces framing my face. I put my cute little tiara on and it looked beautiful. I smiled and gave Megan a huge hug.*Knock, knock*. I got up and opened the door. It was…
“If I try this on, Artemis has to try this cute dress on!” I exclaimed
“If I have to try that dress on, Megan has to try this camisa on!” Artemis smiled. We all went into the dressing room’s, trying on different outfits that we picked for each other. The one I was trying on was a green nightmare: a super short green skirt, super high green boots, and a revealing green top. I stepped out, only to find Artemis and Megan already in their outfits. For Artemis, I picked out an laranja dance dress with a hoop cinto, correia and a sash. For Megan, Artemis picked out a beautiful brown and gold cabeçada top. We all laughed and changed back into our regular clothes. That’s when Megan saw it. And por it, I mean the manikin. Apparently, it spoke to her, telling her to get me to try it on. I did. And it looked horribly great on me. It was a red one strap camisa with a half open skirt. She completed the look with a gold tiara, silver shoes and a silver bracelet. I changed out of it and bought it. Artemis bought the laranja dance dress I found for her, but Megan didn’t get anything accept for ideas. She said she could just change her clothes por using her mental command. When we got back, I realized my tiara didn’t look good with my hair if it was braided.
“Megan, can you help me with my hair?” I asked
“Sure!” she exclaimed. She was in my room with a brush, a curling iron, a straightening iron, a comb, clips of all different sizes and a mirror within seconds. I looked at her in awe.
“How do you do that?” I asked. She just smiled.
“I have the perfect look for you” she said. She grabbed a chair (or mais like used her telekinesis to bring it over) pushed me into it and started working. Sometimes, she would pull a bit too hard, or the straightening iron would touch me and I would flinch. When she was finished, she handed me the mirror and I looked into it. I looked awesome. My hair was up in a bun, with straightened pieces framing my face. I put my cute little tiara on and it looked beautiful. I smiled and gave Megan a huge hug.*Knock, knock*. I got up and opened the door. It was…
real name:Alex knight
alias:web
age:14
gender:male
ability/power:inhuman strength,shoots webs/swings from them,can climb up walls,regenerates limbs,blends in to shadow
appearance:blond scruffy hair,blue eyes,well muscled,scar on lower back and one on chest,hides face all the time(know one know his secret id)
personalty:funny,shy,reasonable,focus when needs it,respects the team and there friends
story:born with powers parents disown him for being weird so went to the us and got raised por spiderman.was his sidekick but spiderman and batman said cadastrar-se the young justice program
other:born in the UK so has a british accent.will not tell past to any one