Rachel, bored out of her mind, got curious as to
how she ever got the wand for this imagination power to exist. Thinking about knowing it, the reason came to her: she was an author's plaything. Her whole being of ex- what are you doing on your phone, Rachel? "Reading what people done gone and wrote about me. Anyone without the name 'Ashlyn' at the top will tell me if you're as perverted as I bet they are." she exclaimed. Thirty minutes pass and she finished. "Fast reader," came from her mouth. "Well, you aren't what others show they are, but since I'm bored anyways, go ahead and let YOUR imagination flow. I won't care, I'm just curious to see yours since your other entry on me wasn't very detailed." A-Are you sure, Rachel. I, uh, can get pretty messed up..."Well..