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entropicfeline-moved · 3 years

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sleeping hcs: hws nordics

denmark:

- very chaotic sleep schedule, almost completely dictated by his energy levels. some days, he’ll stay up past midnight, other days, he’ll be in bed by 8.

- despite this, he’s pretty consistently an early riser, usually waking up between 6 and 7, even on weekends. he’ll only sleep past 8 if he’s sick.

- usually just wears an old t-shirt and shorts to bed.

- sleeps on his back.

- he tends to kick and thrash in his sleep, and he’ll often wake up in the middle of the night with all of the blankets thrown off the bed.

- no one likes sharing a bed with him on trips for the aforementioned reason, so he usually gets the pullout bed when they stay in hotels.

- he also snores most nights, especially when he’s congested, but not nearly to the degree that finland does.

- it often takes him a while to get to sleep, since even if he’s exhausted, his thoughts will race and he won’t be truly asleep for about a half hour.

- surprisingly, he doesn’t dream that vividly, but he loves hearing about other people’s dreams.

- gets the weird falling-and-being-jerked-awake sensation quite often. needless to say, when iceland told him that that was his soul falling back into his body after he was about to die, he got pretty freaked out. sweden did give him a more scientific explanation later on, though, which calmed him down a little.

- he can really only sleep in beds/laying down. it’s pretty rare to see him truly asleep on cars/planes/trains, and he gets jet lag a lot because of this.

- he wakes up pretty frequently during the night for no apparent reason, but he can get back to sleep easily.

- he does breathing/muscle-relaxing techniques to help him fall asleep, but he’ll also take melatonin supplements if he’s having a particularly rough time getting to sleep.

- since he gets up early at a pretty consistent time, he doesn’t usually need an alarm. if he needs to wake up earlier, his alarm tone is “move your feet” by junior senior.

norway:

- usually in bed by 11, but he might stay up later if he isn’t that tired and doesn’t have any plans the next day, and wakes up at 7.

- likes to sleep in on the weekends, occasionally past noon if it’s been a particularly rough week.

- wears satin pajamas to bed. he’s fancy like that.

- sleeps on his side.

- he sleeps with a lot of blankets and pillows, and he makes himself into a blanket burrito. it sounds cute, but it also means that he’s a blanket thief, so he’s also not anyone’s favorite person to share a bed with on trips.

- he will claim that he doesn’t snore, but he does. the other nordics will confirm this.

- he’s a lucid dreamer! he loves dreaming because of this, and he enjoys manipulating his dream-reality to allow for him to do whatever he feels like doing.

- he doesn’t usually fall asleep on transportation, since he likes to listen to music and look out the window, but he can if he tries to.

- just about always sleeps the whole night; he really only wakes up if he’s going to be sick.

- he’s a big fan of natural remedies to help him fall asleep, and he’ll often drink herbal tea or use lavender or chamomile oil to help him go to sleep.

- his alarm tone is the bell tower tone on the iphone.

iceland:

- total night owl. he’ll go to bed at around 3 in the morning and sleep in until 1 in the afternoon if he doesn’t have any plans the next day.

- otherwise, he goes to bed anywhere between 11-1, depending on how tired he is. the only time he goes to bed before 10 is if he’s sick or if he has to wake up really early.

- usually just wears whatever he wore that day if it isn’t super formal or uncomfortable. he’ll wear a hoodie during the colder months.

- sleeps on his side, usually in a fetal position.

- he sleeps with a weighted blanket, since he likes having some weight on him while he sleeps. it feels like a hug to him.

- pretty much out like a light once his head hits the pillow.

- regardless, he’s a very light sleeper; he’ll wake up if someone sneezes.

- he only snores when he’s congested, but because he wakes up so easily, he’s the one that’s most bothered by everyone else’s snoring. he wears earplugs every time he has to share a room with one or more of the nordics, and he will wake them up if they’re snoring too loud, regardless of the consequences.

- dreams pretty frequently, but his dreams are quite surreal and never seem to make logical sense.

- he’s also pretty particular about having to lie down to sleep, but he can fall asleep while he’s traveling if he’s tired enough.

- he usually sleeps through the night, but occasionally, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and won’t be able to go back to sleep. when this happens, he usually just does something low-key for an hour or two, like reading, knitting, or doing a puzzle.

- he can usually fall asleep pretty easily without any additional help, but he’ll take melatonin supplements if he’s having a hard time.

- he prefers using an alarm clock to using his phone, since the alarm tones from his phone always seem to get incorporated into his dreams for some reason.

finland:

- usually goes to bed between 11 and 12 and wakes up at 8.

- sleeps in a bit later on the weekends, but rarely sleeps past 10.

- wears the same “i’m only a morning person on christmas” pajamas that sweden gave him every night, no matter how hot or cold it is outside.

- used to sleep on his stomach, but because he kept getting back problems from doing that, he now sleeps on his back.

- LOVES to cuddle with things. whether it’s hanatamago, a stuffed animal, a pillow, or whoever he’s sharing a bed with, he will cuddle it while he sleeps. he tends to have nightmares if he isn’t cuddling with something.

- he also snores SUPER loudly. it’s woken the others up on multiple occasions, and they have to wear earplugs if they’re sleeping in the same room (sometimes even the adjacent room) as him.

- he sometimes also talks and laughs in his sleep. this is usually quieter and less annoying than the snoring, but a few times, he’s shouted random things in his sleep. one time, he cried in his sleep (not actual tears, just the sounds), and everyone got really worried, but he assured them that he was alright and it was just a bad dream.

- he’s kind of just a messy sleeper in general. loud snoring, drooling, bed head, the whole nine yards. sweden thinks it’s adorable.

- dreams VERY vividly. this can be good and bad.

- can fall asleep pretty much anywhere, sitting or lying down. because of this, he suffers from jet lag the least out of the nordics.

- pretty much never wakes up during the night; he only wakes up if it’s an absolute emergency.

- falls asleep to metal music. for some godforsaken reason, it works.

- his alarm tone is “hard rock hallelujah” by lordi.

sweden:

- usually goes to bed around 9-10 and wakes up at 6.

- his sleep schedule doesn’t change on weekends or holidays.

- usually wears a sweatshirt and sweatpants to bed, but if it’s too hot for that, he’ll wear an old t-shirt instead of the sweatshirt.

- sleeps on his back.

- once he is out, he is OUT. his house could be flooded, and his bed could’ve floated clear from stockholm to russia, and he’d still be asleep.

- he’s pretty much perfectly still and silent while he sleeps. if you didn’t see his chest rising and falling, you might think he was dead.

- regardless, if he’s congested, he’ll snore a bit, but not to the extent that finland does.

- dreams pretty often, but he’s never had any of the classic dreams (flying, being chased, teeth falling out, etc.)

- prefers to sleep lying down, but he has been known to fall asleep while sitting in chairs or couches. he has a hard time getting to sleep on car/plane rides though, most likely because he’s confined by a seat belt and can’t shift to a comfortable position as easily.

- he usually sleeps through the night, but he’ll sometimes wake up if he’s thirsty or if he needs to go to the bathroom. in that case, he’ll just take care of whatever needs to be done and go right back to sleep.

- also listens to music to fall asleep, but he prefers slow music. his go-to fall-asleep songs are “stranded lullaby” by miracle musical and “sången föder dig tillbaka” by agnetha fältskog. he also drinks a glass of warm milk before bed.

- he always changes his alarm tones because he gets used to them and they get incorporated into his dreams, but they’re pretty much always abba songs.

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everythingispirates · 4 years

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can. can you do all the questions? I love learning about how people in other countries live.

gfdgfdhfgd of course! just gonna put it under a cut so it’s not too much of a nightmare on mobile

favourite place in your country? halmstad, probably. it’s a smaller city on the west coast and I just really vibe with it hgfjhgfgd

do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad? definitely at home, although I don’t mind traveling

does your country have access to sea? we do! atlantic in the west and the baltic sea in the east

favourite dish specific for your country? ostkaka, definitely. it literally translates to cheesecake but it is not cheesecake at all

favourite song in your native language? at my old choir we sang this really nice suite called förklädd gud, meaning god in disguise. if you have half an hour to spare I can really recommend it

most hated song in your native language? okay so this is gonna be a long and probably controversial story but basically there’s this old book turned movie in sweden called karlsson på taket or karlsson on the roof and when I was a kid I hated the titular karlsson with a passion, so his theme song still sends me into a primal rage

three words from your native language that you like the most? blunda, because it’s a word for closing your eyes and english doesn’t have it. mysa, because it’s a word that’s basically being cozy but like. a verb and I love that. and fika because it’s just the best word and also the backbone of swedish society

do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom? people tend to confuse switzerland and sweden and it’s upsetting

which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? I’d like to go to finland!

most enjoyable swear word in your native language? helvete

favourite native writer/poet? I don’t really read poetry, but my favorite author is probably jonas jonasson

what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? once again, not that big on poetry

does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders? I mean thanks to ari aster midsummer has probably gotten even weirder to outsiders

do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? swedish cinema is generally pretty terrible, but the movies that aren’t always have a very special feel to them that I absolutely adore. also house of orphans is a masterpiece

a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get? springer du med armen?

which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? the stereotype that we’re tall because I am decidedly not that, however the stereotype that we all eat meatballs is definitely true

are you interested in your country’s history? yes! it’s just a bit difficult because I really like the viking age and norse mythology and that happens to be what a bunch of nazi fucks have decided to latch onto

do you speak with a dialect of your native language? I try not to, but it probably slips in a bit

do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem? I think our flag’s pretty neat, as for our emblem I think the three crowns are alright. finally the national anthem’s neat, although it never actually mentions sweden hgjhgfjghf

which sport is The Sport in your country? soccer, thanks zlatan

if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be? jimmie åkesson because I hate him and I want him out of here

what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed? we have some really well preserved nature and I think that’s neat. I’m very ashamed of SD, though. they’re a nationalist right wing and really racist party that’s gaining so much traction lately and it just makes me livid. also the way we’ve treated the sámi people really makes me ashamed to be swedish

which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country? snaps

what other nation is joked about most often in your country? norway, every time. we have a whole genre of jokes dedicated to making fun of norweigans (the best of which is “how do you sink a norweigan submarine? you swim down and knock”, don’t @ me)

would you like to come from another place, be born in another country? not really. I’m a huge fan of welfare

does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal? not a lot, save for midsommar of course, which is just. conceptually hilarious to me and every swedish person I’ve asked about it

favourite national celebrity? abba, definitely

does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites? we have some really nice lakes! I couldn’t even tell you my favorite hghgfjhgffd

does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? it’s more like. everyone has beef with stockholm ngl

do you have people of different nationalities in your family? my grandfather was finnish (also the funniest bitch alive but that’s a different story)

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glenngaylord · 5 years

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HOW SWEDE IT IS - My Review of MIDSOMMAR (4 Stars)

[Excerpted from https://thequeerreview.com/]

Getting dumped sucks. Sometimes you feel it coming on like a slow moving train, unable to stop it, and when it hits you, you experience a long, drawn out kick to the gut. The world feels incomprehensible, nothing makes sense, and you feel like it never will again. You can’t avoid the pain, and you may not even want to anyhow. It’s like watching a horror movie where you don’t want the protagonist to go in that basement, but you have a stronger urge to see what’s down there. Ari Aster, who made his startling debut last year with Hereditary, understands that the best horror plays with real human fears, be it disease, abandonment, or loss of control. Reportedly based on a painful breakup of his own, his MIDSOMMAR uses folk horror as the spine on which to lay down his thoughts on a dying relationship, and it’s a delicious, morbidly funny, gore-filled, visually stunning, gorgeously designed, perfectly indulgent 2 hours and 20 minutes of sun-dappled, rainbow colored dread.

Dani (the captivating Florence Pugh) experiences a tragic loss at the outset of the film, and her paralyzing grief wears down her emotionally incapable boyfriend Christian (Jack Raynor, whose schlubby stoner look from Sing Street has morphed into an almost Chris Pratt level of matinee idol looks). Encouraged to cut ties with his needy girlfriend by his fellow grad students, Christian and his friends plan a summer getaway to Sweden to attend a once in a lifetime cultural festival. His friends include Mark, a quip machine played to deadpan perfection by Will Poulter (Detroit), Josh (William Jackson Harper of The Good Place), an anthropological scholar intent on writing his thesis about European folk culture, and the gentle, soft spoken Pele (Vilhelm Blomgren), who invites everyone to his village commune for their once-every-ninety-years activities. Unable to cut ties with Dani because of her trauma, he half-heartedly invites her along, and to his surprise, she says yes.

This first act perfectly captures a pair in their death throes, where questions seem like accusations, and pauses reveal underlying truths. Aster borrows heavily from Roman Polanski, as he did with his debut film, by allowing negative and offscreen space and holding onto shots longer than normal, to create elastic tensions. It’s so refreshing to watch a filmmaker, who creates strong, classic frames with his cinematographer Pawel Pogorzelski, take his time, avoiding the rushed cutting style of his contemporaries. He also really thinks through his transitions, creating an unforgettable one where Dani, in an overhead shot, rushes into an apartment bathroom, only to reveal that she’s now on an airplane headed for Scandinavia. I also savored the delightfully disorienting upside-down shots of the road as the group drives toward their destiny.

Now most filmmakers, at this point would want to get to the gore and bloodletting, but Aster wants us to live with that sinking feeling for as along as possible. So before our doomed Americans arrive at the proper camp, they stop just outside of it for an extended interlude where they imbibe hallucinogenic mushrooms. This allows Dani, a bundle of uptight, frayed nerves to perhaps chill out, but it has the opposite effect. She has scars, and Pugh takes us on a master class of expressions. Is she crazy or is she simply with a guy incapable of giving her what she needs? Ahh, relationships can suck, even in a seemingly perfect environment where the sun barely sets and the villagers offer up the perfect embodiment of an ABBA tune. Most horror films take place in the dark and freak us out with their jump scares. This film operates in bright sunlight and terrifies with very few shock tactics. Sometimes a misunderstanding can haunt your dreams more than someone shouting, “Boo!” Here we get a Swedish death cult that looks like a lot of ridiculous fun.

Obviously this experience has far more to offer than maypole dances and giant feasts. Henrik Svensson, making his feature debut as a Production Designer, has created the weirdest, most ominous storybook environment with an endless array of folk paintings lining the walls of his interiors. They look cute until you take a harder look at the terrifying and carnal tales they depict. Same goes for everything going on in the background of most shots. The pleasant folk dress in white, classically Swedish garb, almost sprinkling fairy dust wherever they go, but look off in the distance and you’ll spy couples doing inexplicable things. The genius of these scenes is that these people, called the Hårga, always appear to be kind and caring. From their point of view, they never do anything wrong. Bobby Krlic, who goes by the name The Haxan Clock, adds immeasurably to the tone of this film with his rich, evocative score.

Aster mines most of this folk horror from the fact that we have a clash of cultures who don’t understand each other and often nod their heads to pretend that they do. When something unexpected, something insanely disturbing and gory, happens, it had me questioning our American norms versus those in other parts of the world.

At this point, many may feel the film stretches credibility, that our protagonists would get the hell out of this place right away. But due to Pele’s sweet persuasiveness and maybe in small part to those drugs they keep imbibing in every cup of that mysterious tea, they stay. Besides, we get an audience surrogate of sorts with an English couple who go crazy when the pagan rituals start to have a body count. While many characters meet their doom, we’re on Dani’s journey, who travels from grief towards her own method of coping. Aster may have a great time staging the bizarre rites of this cult, but he’s more interested in finding a catharsis for his heroine. Where he ends up, in that perfect final second, proved thrilling and strangely real. The violence, the crazy shots of throbbing, undulating meats, the Hannibal level of murder dioramas, however, will also stick in your head.

While this film pings on the may themes found in Rosemary’s Baby, such as not really knowing your partner, suspecting an evil undercurrent lies beneath the people around you, and, yes, even drinking strange liquids, Aster reverses the roles at times and has a more avenging spirit. This film would make a great triple bill with that film along with the recent remake of Suspiria. The latter really felt similar when things go absolutely bonkers in the third act. With copious amounts of nudity, sex, and bloodshed, both films use giggle-inducing absurdity to create its own form of horror. You won’t soon forget what one character does to another’s butt, and I’ll just leave it at that.

Many will lose their patience with this film, or find it more silly than scary. I, however, loved every drawn-out minute of it It challenges how we view death. It allows for the possibility that it’s sometimes ok to be alone. It makes you wonder if our own customs make any sense, and it may make you think twice about judging the basket case who seems to suck all the energy out of a relationship. In the end, that person may be the only sane person in the room. And isn’t that terrifying?

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riverdaleplushemlockgrove-blog · 5 years

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Chapter One: Blood-lust the Book

WE DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, OR PLACES MENTIONED. ALL RIGHTS TO RIVERDALE AND HEMLOCK GROVE! THE SONG BELONGS TO ABBA!

Written by: Lauren and Hailee.

Toni

I sat there. Putting on a fake smile. Laughing at all my friends, being stupid, like normal. It was a fake laugh. I always had more on my mind, that was never laughable at. I wanted more than I could reach, or take. There was always something off about my thoughts, that my mom would kill me for. I stood up, and left the table for a minute, to go outside, to take a breath of air. I leaned against the wall, and sighed. I closed my eyes. It was relaxing. It calmed me down. It felt like meditation.

I smiled and walked back in the school. I strutted down the hall and walked to my friends again.

“Hey guys.” I said. I had a huge grin on my face. Lauren and Hailee were looking at me like I had blood dripping down my face, and had an arm in my mouth. They give me that look everyday, it gets really annoying when they just go ‘nothing.’

“What?” I asked, and sat down on the dark blue bench. The tables were the worst thing here. They look fine, work fine. But I hated them, for no reason. Maybe it was the hole in the middle of the table for the umbrellas. But it did not bug me whatsoever.

“You alright? You’ve been doing that daily for a while.” Hailee asked me. I rolled my eyes at her comment. Lauren saw me roll my eyes, and laughed, so I slapped her arm.

“Gosh that was harsh. Your almost as bad as the kids over there sometimes.” Lauren pointed to The Southside Serpents. They were a group of kids who wore black leather jackets with a little serpent logo on the back. The Goolies are their nemesis, the Goolies sell Jingle Jangle on the south side and the north side. The Serpents have a hangout at the White worm, which is a bar kind of. They all have the serpent logo tattooed on their body. Sometimes I want to apart of there group, but I would be killed by my mom.

“I am not as bad as them.” I said, trying not to slap Lauren again, for being stupid. I started to think about what it would be like if I was one of them, but then I shook that thought out of my head.

“I dare you to go talk to one of them.” Hailee said, smiling like she had an idea of what I was thinking. I shook my head and laughed. She leaned back, and realized that there was no back to the bench and fell. Lauren started to laugh, and then she fell to. I rolled my eyes, once again at my weird friends.

“If you do it I will pay you all the money I own.” Lauren said trying to get back up, but kept laughing at everything that was going on. I thought about it for the slightest second, and got up.

“Deal. But it has to be ALL of it. No penny is left out.” I started to walk over there. Then realised how stupid I was for walking over there. But I kept walking even though I new it was a bad idea. I overheard one of them talking and heard the name JellyBean I mean what kind of name is that. Although it is a name I could see someone having in a gang. I went up to the girl who was named JellyBean, “So JellyBean how is the Serpents day?” I asked “Why in the hell would you care, leave us alone.” She said, with a nasty look on her face. “Ok but you are missing out on the best candidate for the Serpents.” As I told her that, I new it was a mistake, I should have just said ok and walked away but no. Oh gosh what have I done, I tried to start walking away before she yelled at me to come back. “Hey where are you going get back here, you sure you could make it as a Serpent.” I looked back at Hailee and Lauren they were looking at me like I just died. They heard what I said and knew it was a big mistake. If my mom found out I was even talking to them I would be grounded for a month no that's a lie I would be grounded for a year.

I walked back to the table, not looking back, trying to avoid everything that just happened. I barely wanted to think about it. I sat back down to my table and hid my face. I didn’t want to be seen anymore. I felt regret, and embarrassment. I let my pink hair fall down and cover my face. I sighed. It felt weird to regret something like that.

The bell rang to go to the next class. The day went slow, like I was dying slowly, which is what I felt like. Every second of each class felt like years, and years. I wanted to go home and never leave. It was now 7th period, so close to leaving, so close. When I got called down to the office. Gosh, people just hate me today.

“Hello Mr. Davis, can we have Toni Jones to the office please?” The office lady said over the intercom. I rolled my eyes, and stood up. Lauren and Hailee looked at me, already knowing what's gonna happen, I knew too, It was obvious.

I walked down the hall, covering my bright red face with my hair again. The only thing you could see through my hair was my sea blue eyes, looking down at my black boots, wanting to tie my untied shoe, but didn’t want to stop walking, and draw more attention to myself. I thought about what I could have done to send me down there. What would the principal make me do for whatever I have done? Was it my mom hearing about me talking to the them? I didn’t know then, but I was about to figure out.

I opened the door to the office and walked in, trying not to make any noise, beside the door. I saw the new Vice Principal standing there. He was a tall man. He seemed around 6’6. His eyebrows were in an angry looking expresion. He seemed as if he was gonna through me in a ditch somewhere. He had his long arms over his hips, in a intimidation way. Maybe wanting to scare me. He didn't thought. I was more worried about my mom thinking all about this.

“Hello. Toni right?” He asked me. I smiled and nodded. He guided me to his office. He has his own office, which was small, yet big for a vice principal. He sat down in his blue velvet chair, and sighed. He gave me a stronger emotion of mad through his eyebrows now. You could see his wrinkles become more intense, through his bald head. The veins in his head started to pop out, we haven’t even started to talk, and he was already more pissed off than my dad when he has been drinking.

“Do you know why you are here?” He asked me. His hands were in front of his face, linked together, elbows leaning on his black desk, with cup stains. I sighed and relaxed more. The moment I got in here, I was more relaxed, and chill with what was gonna happen.

“I don’t know why people start with that. Does it look like I know what I am here for? Have you seen my face? I look terrified. I am terrified. So no. I do not know why I am here. You could have just started with telling me why I am here, not ‘Do you know why you are here?’ It's pointless.” I replied feeling confident, and a little irritated, that I had to miss the one class of the day I wanted to stay in, theater. He raised his eyebrows, and gave me a nasty look. Even without his eyebrows in a mad expression, he still looked mad. Maybe even more mad than before.

“Good point, but you are here, cause you beat up poor Jimmy Andersson. You know how sensitive he is. Now he is saying he wants to go back to Sweden, we want to keep him here. Why did you do it? And if you say, I didn't do it. We have video evidence, and all the witness word.” He said, knowing what I was gonna say before I even thought about it. I sighed.

“I don't know.” I said. I really wanted to say, I didn’t do it. They are all framing me to get me in trouble. It was the Southside Serpents. They are always up to no good. But I didn’t want to get in more trouble, so I just said what I did. I don’t want my mom to have a bigger coronary.

“Ok. Well, either way, we want you to take care of this new student. She is coming from Pennsylvania. She is apart of a very rich family, which you know of. We talk about them a lot in your history classes. Her grandmother wants her to know the school before hand. She wants someone to help her way around. So as your punishment, you will help her. You will not be marked tardy to your classes if you are late showing her, her classes. And you will leave class 5 minutes before. This is not tomorrow, it will be the next day. One other thing her grandmother said, is not to bring up anything about this town. They are trying to get away from some bad stuff. Got all of it?” He said, trying to talk slow so I can understand all of it.

“Got it. But why me? I don’t want to talk to some weird rich kid. I don’t need new friends or any punishment.” I said to him, trying not to yell. He smiled.

“I don't care. Now leave. I will talk to you tomorrow to remind you. The day she is going to come early for school. Please.” He said, standing up and walking to the door, opening it, and pointing for me to leave. I nodded and left the room. The moment I got into the hall, I kicked a locker, and walked back to my classroom. The point of all this made me furicase. I do not want to deal with some rich brat all day.

On the way home, I did not talk at all. I was on the loudest bus in the district. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I was to busy thinking about how annoying or nice this person was gonna be once I met her. The bus stop was a block away from my apartment, the walk felt like forever even though it only took me 10 minutes. When I got home my dad wasn't there, neither was my mom they both work till about 6:30. I’m surprised my dad can even keep a job, he so drunk all the time. My mom never leaves my side so I'm surprised she works so late, cause she loves to always know what I am doing, it is very annoying. My dad used to be like that then he resorted to alcohol to solve all his problems, which destroyed his life. I think my parents are on the verge of divorce. They argue all the time especially when he drinks a lot. I know my parents were thinking about having another kid, but the idea went away fast, that was the year my dad started to resort to alcohol. My dad has been drinking for 2 years, my mom smoked when I was younger but once she finally decided it was bad for her she quit. 2 years after that is when my dad started to drink. Sometimes after he has drank a lot he abuses me, but it's nothing to harsh just a couple punches and slaps here and there but my mom stops it pretty quick and I go lock myself in my room, sometimes my parents scare with my mom having to know where I'm at 24/7, I think she has a tracking device app on my phone or something and maybe she even chipped me, and my dad being an alcoholic and being abusive.

I walked into my room. My room is purple and turquoise and I have accents of pink. Three of my walls are purple and one of them is turquoise. My lampshade is pink and I have pink pictures. And my bed sheets are pink, purple, and turquoise. My apartment is small we have three bedrooms and a living room and kitchen connected together. We have a small room for my video games and other stuff.

I fell onto my bed, wanting to fall asleep. Unfortunately I had work to do. I sighed and got back up. Sometimes my bed was the most comfiest thing I have ever sat on, other times it is harder than a rock. I walked out of my room, and went to the kitchen to start my homework. For some reason, every time I have to do homework I have a huge migraine, Not today. Out of all the days, my head agrees with me it's today, when I am the most stressed.

I sat on the stolls we have next to our counter. I opened my math book, and started to write.

Nadia

I sat there, in my new dining room, staring at the wall. The wall had many designs. It had curved lines, many of which were velvet. I had my hand on my cheek, holding my face up. We just moved into a new house, new town. Everything sucks. Everyone in my old town seemed to know me, without even talking to me. Since my family owned its own company, we were known in more places than I can name of. My grandmother, who everyone keeps thinking she is dead, walked into the room and walked over to me. She ran her hand over my long black hair. I kept staring at the wall, noticing more and more the more time I stared at it.

“They have someone to show you the school.” She said, sitting down in the chair next to me. I smiled, giving her a not happy smile.

“Could I not go? Everyone there is gonna think I am some rich brat. At least back home they knew who I was.” I said, leaning back in my chair. She laughed and leaned closer to me.

“Real funny. I am serious. You will be helped there. You could just try to make friends.” She said. I rolled my eye, and stood up, and started to walk out of the room. She grabbed my pale arm, and pulled me back to my seat.

“Don’t give me sass.” She said, then let me go. I walked out the room, confused of what just happened. I bet they made some misfit kid, who gets into lots of trouble help me. Who all he wants is to get his grades up, so he could graduate. I would never imagine some nice kid, or some girl help me.

I walked to the door, and opened it. The door was huge, and had glass vinyl over the whole front. I walked to the porch, which had to be at least the size of someone's kitchen. I sat down, right in front of the door, and closed my bright blue eyes. I leaned back onto the other half of the door. One half was closed, the other open. I sighed, and tried to smile, but just made me feel more worst.

“The only reason we moved here was to get away from all the death that happened in Hemlock Grove, Nadia.” She told me, walking out and sitting next to me. I looked at her, fears in my eyes.

“It's a stupid reason.” I said, trying not to cry anymore. She stood up, and walked to the other half of the double door.

“Stop crying and get back up. You never should have time to cry.” She said, with an angry look on her face. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I walked inside and followed my grandmother.

Toni

I woke up, to someone shaking me. I slightly opened my eyes to see my mother shaking me awake. I opened my eyes, enough to see my whole room. I looked over to my alarm clock. I saw the number 7:10. My eyes widened.

“I have 20 minutes to get ready and to get to school! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” I yelled at my mother, she was sitting on my bed with a grin on her face. She laughed at me.

“I pranked you. It's really 6:10. I am in a funny mood. I would never let you be late. I would kill myself if I let you be late. Now get up.” She said, standing up. She left the room. I just wanted to get this day over with.

I got ready, and went to the bus stop. I know no on there, and never talk to any of them. They are all 10th graders, no 12th graders, or 11th. I am the only 12th grader there.

I got there, right as the bus pulled up. I felt lucky for once. Maybe today was gonna be a good day. Now that I even thought that, today's gonna be the worst day ever. I just have bad luck. We got to the school, after a long drive that felt like 20 years.

During 4th period, gym, I was gonna die. Everyone in there, kept saying how I beat up a kid, and now had to help some poor rich girl find friends and ways around the school. I wanted to punch each one of them, but I would be in more trouble. Gym felt like a million years. I could not wait for lunch, which was right after 4th period. I wanted to tell Lauren and Hailee about everything else that happened yesterday.

Finally, the bell rang! After a billion years, lunch was finally here. I ran to the table we sit at everyday, and sat down. Lauren and Hailee, somehow beat me to the table. They were already laughing and being weirdos again. They looked at me running and pointed at me, or behind me. I could not tell. I quickly looked back to see JellyBean chasing me. I stopped and turned around.

“Hello…..” I said, trying not to be awkward, but I was failing at it. She gave me a look of disgust.

“Are you the one who has to show the new rich girl around tomorrow?” She asked me, in a rude way. I nodded, not wanting to speak, or make any mistake. She laughed and ran back to her group of friends.

I shook it off, and walked to Hailee and Lauren. “What was that?” Hailee asked me. I shook my head, and sat down. “I don’t know.”

“WAIT! Are you legit the kid who has to show a kid around school?” Lauren asked me, confused, and very hyper. I looked at her annoyed, and didn’t say anything. How is this a bad thing. I am just helping someone, how does this affect me.

“Sorry I just keep hearing rumors about somehow having to do that as a punishment.” Lauren said, taking a bite of her sandwich. I rolled my eyes, and laid my head down on the table.

“This day SUCKS!” I yelled, so everyone could hear me, or at least just a little. Lauren and Hailee had a scared and worried look on their faces. Lauren gave Hailee a look, and they left, and walked to someones locker. It was not there locker. I looked up and tried to figure out what they were doing. Haile walked over to a teacher and told them something. Lauren and Hailee came back, with a bag of stuff in their hands. They opened the bag, and pulled out a bunch of boa’s and hats. They had two fake microphones, and stood on the table. Hailee was wearing a turquoise boa and hat. Lauren was wearing a red boa and hat.

Music suddenly started. The song playing was the only song that ever could cheer me up. It was ‘Take a Chance on Me’ By ABBA. Everytime this came on it made me sing and dance. Lauren and Hailee were singing a long, no not singing, more like ugly screaming.

“If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie If you put me to the test, if you let me try” They started screaming. They were screaming it louder than the speakers were playing the music.

“Take a chance on me (That's all I ask of you honey) Take a chance on me We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better' Cause you know I've got So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you It's magic You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair But I think you know That I can't let go” They continued even louder. I hid my face in my jack hoodie.

“If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie If you put me to the test, if you let me try Take a chance on me Come on, give me a break will you? Take a chance on me” They kept going. I thought they would be told to stop, or get off the tables, but no one did anything. All they did was watch, and sing a long.

“Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you Let me tell you now My love is strong enough to last when things are rough It's magic You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind No I can't let go Cause I love you so If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me (Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)” They continued more louder, which seemed impossible. The now had high heel boots in there bags, and were grabbing them. They flung off their shoes, and quickly putting the new shoes on, still while singing.

“Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me (Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me) Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa ba-ba Honey I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see” They started to get out of breath but kept going.

“Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me” They ended it with them trying to do handstand pushups on the table. They did 10 of them, than sat down. They had no breath left in them. Everyone in the cafeteria applauded there performance. “Why am I friends with you guys?” I asked. They laughed and walked over to there locker, and put the stuff. The bell to leave lunch rang. The rest of the day went by in a flash. Lauren and Hailee kept saying it was the song that made me all happy, maybe it was. Before I knew it, I was being woken up by mom to go to school.

Nadia

I woke up to my grandmother yelling at me to get my butt out of bed. She used different words, but I am not aloud to think or say them. She tells me not to, because my father was aloud to say those words, and look where he is now, dead. She said she wants to raise me way differently so I don’t end up with his fate. I think he just had a bad day. I don’t know. I got out of my bed, and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a pair of overalls, which were black, and a white. The white shirt had accents of black on it. The one I wanted to buy from the store was a crop top version, but my grandmother, yelled at me for even thinking about it. I put on my clothes, and combed my hair. It was light brown. Imagine the most prettiest color of light brown ever. That is my hair. I loved my hair really long, so I could play with it whenever I was bored.

I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a little snack for breakfast. I wanted to get there at the exact time they said I was suppose to be there. My grandmother decided she wanted me to walk to school everyday, beside today, she was gonna take me. I walked to the door, to see my grandmother, standing tall waiting at the door.

“You ready to go?” She asked me. I nodded and smiled. I didn't want to go, but I was required by law. Yesterday I was reading about things that happen here, there's a lot. I wish we never moved.

We got into the car, and started to drive. We had to drive in the fancy work car my grandmother owned. She had work after she dropped me off. She owns her own business, which is a family thing, Even I will have to take over the company. The drive was singlet. When we got there, she parked very close, right next to a handicapped parking spot. We got out.

I walked to the door with my grandmother behind me. I opened the door for her. She walked in, without thanking me. I walked to her, and stood next to her.

“Do you know who is gonna help me?” I asked her. She shook her head, and went straight to the office. She opened the door and walked in, I followed behind. She went up to the old office worker. She had old grey hair, and lots of wrinkles.

“Hello. I am Olivia Godfrey, this is Nadia Godfrey she is new. Remember?” She said, smiling, as if she was about to get angry. I nodded, and stood there awkwardly.

“Ah yes. I remember. Toni should be here any second.” She said, looking at her computer. Toni? It’s gonna be some stupid teenaged boy trying just to find a new girlfriend or some crap like that.

Suddenly, a pink hair girl walked in the room, wearing a teal crop top, with white pants. She seemed annoyed, or even emmbared for even being here. My grandmother walked up to her. She stuck out her hand, and shook the girls hand.

“I am Olivia Godfrey, this is Nadia Godfrey. Treat her well, got it?” She said, with the end more angrier than before.

“Got it, only if she treats me well.” She said, with a little sass. I stood there not wanting to talk. I was thinking if I spoke in a language that I know, I could avoid talking to others.

“She will. Trust me.” She said to the girl. The girl nodded, and walked to me. “Well Nadia, I am Toni. Welcome to Riverdale High. Let’s go.” Toni said, opening the office door, and walking out into the empty hall. I saw my grandmother leave, while we started walk the other direction. Toni and I walked into this area. It had a bunch of classrooms. “There's not a lot to show. It’s just class rooms. You want to see the lunch room, and the gym.” She asked me. I nodded and took a deep breath.

She looked down at her phone. I looked just because of habit. I saw she got a text from someone named Lauren saying something like, ‘I dare you to try to cut the new girl. Bet it would appeal the southsides.’

If she cut me, she would be in for a treat. My grandmother tells me many things about my dad, and herself, and many others in our family of them cutting themselves. I am used to being cut. Everynight my grandmother cuts me so we can eat organs, raw. Sometimes we feel fancy and decide to eat something healthier.

She put away her phone and continued to walk to the gym and cafeteria. “Here is the cafirea.” She said pointing to the cafeteria. “Here is where my friends and I sit.” She said, pointing to a table by a window. I nodded. She then grabbed her phone from her pocket, read something, then put it back.

She looked at my arm, then I did. “Holy Shit. Why do you have a huge cut on your arm?” She said, grabbing my arm, and examining it. I looked at her face, and she seemed like she was thinking of something. I sighed and looked back to my arm. She was rubbing her finger over the cut. I tried to pull my arm away, but she pulled it back.

“Give me a second. I am expert of cuts. Trust me.” She said, looking over to a group of people walking over here. That seemed to be heading over to a lunch table to hang out before school. I looked at the group of people. They seemed as if they could beat me up, in one punch, somehow. I felt a slight pinch in my arm, I could barely feel anything, until a cold feeling came. I looked down to my arm, and saw that Toni was cutting my cut, again with a pocket knife. She looked up to me. I had no expression, or feeling of pain. Her face seemed confused.

The group of people got over to us. One of them, who was in front of everyone she had dark blue hair, and seemed to come closer to us every step.

“What are you doing here, Toni?’ She said, with a long pause before Toni. Toni let go of the knife from my skin. Making me bleed more. I stood there, blood streaming down my arm, not wanting to move, or do anything.

“I am showing her around.” Toni said to the dark blue haired girl. She seemed more annoyed with Toni, then ever.

“Showing her how to cut her skin, or are you trying to prove something?” She asked Toni. Toni stood up straight and walked closer to the group of people.

“Sure.” Toni said, with a grin on her face. I felt the blood start to go faster down my arm, and more thick, and heavy. The dark blue haired girl looked down at my arm, and then back to my face.

“You gonna take care of that or something?” She asked me. I looked down at my arm, and then shrugged,

“No. There's no need to.” I said, looking directly in her eyes, showing i wasn't scared. She started to walk closer to me, and block out Toni.

“Then what you gonna do new kid. Drink your own blood?” She said laughing a little bit. I smiled and nodded.

“We all have are own thing. Maybe mines just drinking blood. You don’t know me.” I said, as I ran my hand through my gushing, blood filled arm. I brought my finger up to my mouth and licked my finger.

“I grew up different than you. That's normal to me.” I said, trying to maintain a serious face. She looked away from me and back to Toni. One kid in there group looked at me and gave me a thumbs up and then looked away. I was straight up confused.

“We can think about you. We won’t say if you can join us. You are known for being a coward.” She said, walking away. Toni walking back to me.

“Did you really just drink some of your blood?” She asked me. I nodded, and then laughed.

“I licked my finger with blood on it. It's not drinking it.” I answered “A lot of people I know drink their own blood.” I said, spreading my finger across my blood filled arm, and placing my finger in my mouth.

“Well you know some really weird people, but I guess I do to My two main best friends are Lauren and Hailee you will meet them later.” Toni said as she started to walk to keep showing me around. “So are you going to fix up that bloody arm or not? Do you need to go to the school nurse?” She added.

“No.”I stated. We kept walking down this long narrow hallway until we got out into this large square area where some of my classes were, they called them pod classes.

“So this is where you Science class is, and just across from this is your Language Arts class, and across from there is your History class. I understand you are taking world history.” Toni said, as she walked away. She was a fast walker so I had to try to keep up.

“Ok, and yes I am taking world History why?” We kept walking as I asked the question.

“Oh, nothing just that, that teacher is kinda weird he never stays on topic and you never learn anything I was told that he mostly tells tall tales about vampires and stuff like that. But I guess you might like that teacher.” I stopped walking right in the middle of the hallway to process what she just said, then realized and started to walk again.

“Were I am from they don’t really call them vampires. They use a lot of Russian words, but change it up a little.” I said, trying to keep up with her.

“Do you speak any languages beside English?” Toni asked me. I nodded, and counties to walk.

“Yeah. My grandmother makes me learn a lot of languages so I can talk to her in other languages around others without people knowing what we are saying.” I said, trying to keep walking, but I kept thinking about what I was saying.

“Wow. Which ones?” Toni asked me. She seemed like she was trying to make conversation she didn’t want. Like she is forced here.

“Swedish, Spanish, Russian, and a few more uncommon ones.” I said. She pointed to a room which looked like a computer room.

“There's your computer class. And that’s cool. My parents kinda taught me some spanish. Not a lot though.” She told me, starting to walk faster. I processed what she said, and became sadder the more I thought about it. The deeper my thoughts went the more sadder I became. I felt like crying at one point, but had to try not to. I looked down at my feet, and started to observe my shoes. I did that everytime I felt down or did not want to speak to anyone. Toni looked at me confused.

“Did I say something?” She asked. I looked up, and shook my head. She nodded. “You sure?” She asked again. I didn’t say anything, and started to walk toward the bathroom.

“I am gonna clean up my arm.” I said, walking into the bathroom. Toni nodded as I entered the modern looking bathroom. I walked over to the clean sink and turned on the water. I walked over to the papers towels and grabbed a few of them. I placed one under the water, letting it soak up the water. I placed the paper towel on my arm, and started to clean up the bloody mess Toni made. I started to wipe down my arm. The water felt cold and dirty. The water didn’t look clear either, it looked dirty and gross. It didn’t really look like water, but I still rubbed the paper towel over my arm.

Eventually I finished, I walked out, to find that Toni was not there. She must have left. I was fine with that. I just won’t know were most of my classed are, which I was fine with. I started to walk to my first class, which was one of the only classes I knew were it was.

Toni

When I was waiting for her. I was bored, and confused. All of this was strange. She comes from this town that is known for some weird crap. She seemed to not take any pain, like it barely even hurt her. Maybe it was how she was already cut before. I don’t know, this is confusing. She seemed to be sensitive to something I said, I don’t know what. But I want to know more. I sat in 2nd period, wanting to research their family. I went up to the teacher, and asked her if I could do some homework for another class. I wasn’t lying, it is for a class, in my brain. My brain is its own class.

I got onto the computer, and went straight to the internet. I went to the web searcher, and typed in ‘Nadia Godfrey’. It came up with a bunch of things, a wikipedia page, there company's page, and more about her. I clicked on some random website. It came up with a whole page on facts about her. Her family must be richer than we all thought.

There was many sections, all being labeled with different things. The labels were. ‘Present, Future, Family, Childhood, and Random Information.’ I decided to click on Family. It opened a new tab, and came up with a new page. I scrolled down reading through it quickly. I stopped and reread something about her parents. I kept reading it over and over. It made more sense, the more I read.

‘Her mother, Letha Godfrey died from giving birth. Her father, Roman Godfrey died from falling out a window, and some wild animal ripping his heart out. She was raised by her grandmother, who died, yet came back.’ I read that phrase, till the bell rang, but kept reading it. My teacher had to tell me to leave the classroom. I went to 3rd period. My teacher didn’t let us go on computers, so I would have to go on my phone. This teacher was very chill with phones. I went up to her and asked her if I could use it just for this one project that was urjent for this class. She told me just this once, since it was a free day. I pulled out my phone and started to google more. This time I decided to google her dad, Roman Godfrey. It pulled up with more than her. A lot of it was news about his death from years ago, and research of his secret life. I clicked on one about his secret life. I wanted to know more about their family’s past.

I pulled up a page about his secret life, and started to read over more. From what I read so far, he seemed like a normal teen, trying to live through high school with peer pressure, and depression. He seemed like he didn’t like life that much. He had a sister, who never showed her face for some reason, can’t find anything on that. I read more and more. Every paragraph I read, became more interesting, and more in depth about things. I read something strange. It made me shiver, and almost barf at the same time. I felt butterflies in my stomach, it made me so uncomfortable. I read, ‘Roman Godfrey’s daughters mother, is his half cousin, or his half sister. No one really knows what they are, but they are somehow related.’

I really wanted to stop reading there, but I couldn’t I needed to know more. I read more and more, nothing stood out to me anymore. I decided to read more on her grandmother, who seemed, interesting. The bell rang, the classes seemed so short today. I got up and walked to the gym, I had gym fourth period, right before lunch.

I walked into the locker room, which always smelled like perfume. I walked to my locker and opened it, I grabbed my clothes, and started to change. I looked over to where the teacher was standing. She was talking to someone. I could tell who it was through the back of their head. I put my shirt on then, put on my pants. I walked to the gym, wearing my gray Riverdale High Bulldogs shirt, and my yellow short shorts. They both had white stripes going down there side. I sat down in my role call spot, and waited patiently. My gym teacher walked over to me, with the person she was just talking to.

“Toni, aren’t you showing Nadia around should today?” She asked me. I nodded, and stood up. “Yes why?” I asked. She nodded.

“Well could you show her how we do things in gym?” She asked me. I thought about it for a slight second, then thought about how hard everything in her life must be. Her parents are dead, her parents were, were, related. She has to grow up with her grandmother, who seems like a crappy person.

“Yeah. I will help. By the end of the day, we would have seen each other more than any of me and friends see each other in a week.” I said, walking up to Nadia, who was the one talking to the gym teacher.

She nodded. “Well thank you. Toni, since you are being such a good sport, you don’t have to play in the softball game today, just keep track of the points, and explain the rules to Nadia.” She told me then walked away. I nodded. Nadia looked at me.

“Dude, I am sorry for leaving you. I was just confused. You know?” I asked her. She nodded. I sat down, then she sat down. The bell rang, then everyone sat down in there assigned seats. The one person who sat next to me was, Jellybean. She never liked me, or hated me. I was just there. Now I bet she hates me, or thinks of me different because I cut Nadia. I don’t know. I’ve done a lot today I regret. Not just today, this week.

“Hey Toni. Whos the friend?” Jellybean asked. I looked over at her, she was smirking, trying to seem cool. I rolled my eyes.

“I am just helping her. We aren’t friends yet. I barely know her. The only thing I know about her is that she is rich, and is from Hemlock Grove. She also speaks a lot of languages.” I said, looking directly in her dumb eyes. She laughed a little.

“Which languages?” She asked both of us.

“håll käften.” Nadia said looking at Jellybean with a dead look in her eyes, like she just killed someone.

“What?” She said with a sassy tone. We both rolled are eyes and started to listen to the teacher. The teacher told us to do are warm ups, 15 jumping jacks, 10 second of quad leg stretches, on each leg, 10 seconds of touching your toes, and 10 pushups. Afterward we do whatever she wants us to do. We started to the warmups, Nadia didn’t have to do them, since she was new, and couldn’t change. She was the lucky one.

Once we did the warm ups, she told us to run two laps on the track. She told me and Nadia to just walk one. We got up there, and the first thing JellyBean did is try to pass us. We wanted to mess with her, but were too lazy to do it. We just walked, and didn’t really talk much.

“What did you say to JellyBean down there?” I asked Nadia, who was looking down at her shoes.

“I told her to shut up, in swedish.” She said, without looking up, or making any faces.

“Dude! That's everything. You said it so smooth too. We are gonna make great friends.” I said, smiling and nodding.

Once we walking one lap, we went back down. She told us all to go outside and get ready for the softball game. Me and Nadia sat down on the sidelines of the field. We grabbed a paper, and pencil to write down the score.

Once they started to play I noticed Nadia kept looking at some of the kids out there. Not just look, like deeply stare at them. It was kinda strange, or maybe she was just thinking. After 10 minutes of the game, and no talking, she leaned over to me.

“Whos that kid?” She asked me. She pointed to one of the Soutsides. He was a very different one. He was nice, and cared for others, even though he was in there, he seemed really nice, but not the smartest.

“That’s Tanner Nielson. He's one of the Southside Serpents. They are not good people. I think he is one of the only good ones there.” I said, pointing at him with her. “There’s also Lucas Blue, he is one of the other ones that's somewhat good. He can cause lots of trouble, but he's nice.” I continued pointing at Lucas Blue, who in my opinion is the hottest person alive. I’ve known him my whole life, we used to be friends, but then he joined the Southside Serpents. Which I was not happy about. He is one of the only reasons I want to join their group, just so I could talk to him more.

“Is that one kid in our lunch?” She asked me, still looking at Tanner. I nodded. “Most people here are in our lunch. I know he is cause all the Southside Serpents are in there. Why?” I told her. She looked like she couldn’t keep her eyes off him.

“No reason. Just curios. I think.” She said, sounding a little confused with her own words. The teacher then blew her whistle, and everyone got into a group. I handed the teacher the paper with the scores on it.

“So the winning team is team 2! So Lucas and Tanner's team!” She said. “Ok everyone go inside and change. Once the bell rings you may all go.” She said, accusing everyone. I started to walk. Nadia got lost in the crowd, and starting to talking with someone, I couldn’t tell who, but someone. JellyBean walked up to me, and tapped me on the shoulder. “Did you let there team win, cause all the hot boys are on there team?” She asked me, with a nasty look on her face. I laughed.

“No. They won because they made the most homeruns.” I said, still walking, and opening the door to the gym. She laughed.

“No seriously, did you let them win because they are all hot?” She asked me again. I shook my head. “No. I said that already.” I opened the door to the locker room and walked to my locker and started to change.

JellyBean today was obsessed with me. She walked over to me. “Well next time you do that, make my team win, and we could think about getting you in the Southside Serpents.” She said, changing into her real clothes.

“Maybe, but thats cheating.” I said. She laughed again. “Get used to it.” She said, walking out of the locker room, and grabbing her stuff. Nadia walked up to me.

“Can I sit with you guys at lunch?” She asked me. I nodded.

“You can anytime. It's just a table.” I said, grabbing all my stuff and heading to the lunch room. She followed me, an sat down at the table we normally sit at. She pulled out a lunch from her backpack, which she got to carry around all day, because it was her first day, and did not have a locker yet. Lauren and Hailee walked over here, and sat down. They barely noticed that Nadia was even here. I got up and got my lunch from the line. I sat back down, and Lauren and Hailee we were already being weird. Nadia was awkwardly sitting there. She seemed to shy, or even depressed to be there.

“Hailee, Lauren, this is Nadia, she is the girl I am showing around today.” I said. Nadia looked up from her lunch and slightly smiled. Lauren and Hailee said hi and introduced themselves. They seemed weirded out by me trying to be nice. Nadia grabbed out something that looked like a finger poke for diabetics. She wiped off her middle finger, with a wet wipe that was in her lunch box next to the finger poke. She placed the finger poke, and clicked the button, which caused her finger to draw blood. She let the blood drip onto her sandwich. Lauren and Hailee looked over and had a disgusted look on their faces.

“What you doing over there?” Lauren asked her. Nadia looked up, and wiped off her finger again. She seemed embarrassed, or almost like she wanted to go in a corner and hide from everyone.

“My grandmother makes me put some blood on my food, because she believes that if you have a drop of your own blood each day it will help your health. I don’t understand it, but I go with it anyway. She likes to force things on people.” She said, putting the finger poke away, and taking a bite from her sandwich,

Lauren and Hailee nodded in confusion. Hailee looked like she was gonna barf. I think both of them get nauseous over blood, or other things like that. They are not as brave as I am.

“Does your parents stop her from doing that? If my grandma made me do that, my mom would freak!” Hailee said, running a hand through her brown hair. Lauren nodded. “My dad would have a coronary if he knew someone was forcing me to do things I didn’t want to.” Lauren continued for Hailee.

“My parents don't do anything about it.” Nadia said, trying to stay calm. She looked as she was gonna ball her eyes out, and laugh at the same time. Lauren and Hailee looked at her confused.

“Why? If they do nothing they are some crappy parents.” Hailee said, she seemed annoyed at the fact that she had horrible parents, and a grandmother that did nothing.

“They can’t do anything cause there dead. Can’t you understand, what parent would allow that. No one would.” Nadia said, sounding like she was gonna punch everyone in this room. Lauren and Hailees face went from pale, to bright red. If you held up a cherry or even a tomato they would look the same shade as them. Nadia looked like she was gonna cry, and punch someone at the same time. She finished her lunch and through away her trash.

“I am sorry dude.” Lauren said, looking like she was the one wanting to go hide in the corner. “If your grandmother makes you have some blood, we won’t judge, we all do weird and strange things.” Lauren continued. Lauren and Hailee got up and went to the bathroom.

“Hey dude, do you want to hang out after school today? We would talk and get to know each other, become better friends?” I asked Nadia. I felt so bad for her. She looks so depressed all the time. Nadia smiled and nodded.

“Sure. I will talk to my grandmother once she picks me up. I assume you ride the bus?” Nadia said, closing her lunch box and putting it away.

“Yeah. If I miss it I can always walk home.” I said. I miss the bus all the time, and have to walk home. I am fine with it. Just gives me time to think.

Tanner and Lucas walked over to our table. Once Nadia got here, they can’t stop noticing us, or maybe it was the arm thing. I don’t know, but they keep showing up.

“Hey Toni. JellyBean wants to get your phone number so she can text you information. She wants to know you won’t be a coward and tap out on us. She said she will text you what she wants you to do.” Lucas said, looking at me directly in my eyes. He had the most pretty eyes I have ever seen. His white hair made them stand out. Which made him hotter. Tanner was staring at Nadia the whole time, he kept smiling at her, trying to get her to smile back. She just kept becoming more red. I nodded, and Lucas handed me a paper with JellyBean’s number.

“How is your arm, It’s Nadia right?” He asked her. She smiled a little then stop smiling.

“Yeah. And it’s fine. There was already a cut there, so I am fine. I felt nothing.” She said, looking at him, almost like she was mesmerized. He smiled, and nodded.

“That’s good. And man how did that not hurt, that looked like a sharp blade. How much pain can you take?” Tanner asked her again. They both seemed like they were having there own conversations, without me and Lucas.

“I don’t know. It's a family thing.” She said, taking a sip from her water bottle. He nodded and laughed. He handed her a paper, with something on it. I couldn’t tell what it was exaulty. She grabbed the paper and read it. She looked up and they left.

“What’s the paper?” I asked her. She smiled a little. “Just a little note.” She put the paper in her backpack. Lauren and Hailee got back and sat down.

“Why were the hotties here?” Lauren asked. Hailee laughed, and slapped Lauren on the arm. Lauren laughed with her, and I started to laugh to.

“They were just saying hi.” I said, laughing a long. Lauren nodded, and the bell rang. Lunch always went by so so fast. I stood up and started to walk to my next class. Me and Nadia agreed to meet after school by the office to see if we can hang out. Each class went by slowly. During 6th period I remembered that I needed to finish my research on the Godfreys. I asked my teacher, since we weren’t doing anything again, if I could do more research. She told me only for 10 minutes, which was the time she was giving us to do our homework. I nodded, and walked back to my seat. She kept looking at me, as if she knew I wasn’t doing real homework, but I kept going.

I searched Olivia Godfrey, to know more about her grandmother. I was about to research her in 3rd period, but then the bell rang. Now was my chance. I searched her name, and it came up with a lot more than the other times.

One website stood out to me more than the others. It was just a normal website, but it called out to me. I clicked on it, and it sent to a strange page. It wasn’t about Olivia, or anyone of them that I knew of. It looked as there whole family history. There was so much. It looked they have been known for a long time, just really talked about her.

I read more and more, until I read one phrase, which was weird, and made no sense. ‘The Godfrey’s are known for there big company, but very few know some huge dark secrets they have. One being they are all part, or whole Upir, which is basically a vampire, but can take a lot of pain. They are born normal, but gain a taste for blood. Once one commits suicide, they become full Upir. Everyone has always been confused why the Godfreys have such a high rate of suicide, there you have the theory.’ I read a few times. It made no sense. What are they? I want to ask, but that would be weird, or would it? Are they embarrassed by it? I am so confused. I went back to the search bar.

I searched Upir this time. It came up with less, than I expected. I searched through a few, till I found the one that stood out. This one seemed different from the rest. I clicked on it and it took me to a dark looking page. It was different than all the other websites I looked on. It had a dark vibe, and made me a little uncomfortable. I shook away that feeling and continued to scroll down the page, and read. I read paragraph after paragraph wanting to know more. Each one was interesting and had its own essence, and vibe.

They all gave little information and said the same thing, none of it helped. The bell rang, I stood up, and started to walk to the door. I walked out the door and to my 7th period class. The moment I walked in and saw Nadia talking to the teacher about something. I sat down in my seat, which was in the back of the room. The teacher pointed to the back of the room. Nadia walked back here and sat in the seat next to me, which has been empty since the beginning of the year.

“Hey.” I said to her. She smiled and adjusted the way she was sitting. The bell rang and everyone took their seat. The teacher walked to the front of the room. She started the class by blowing her whistle to get everyone’s attention. Everyone looked at the front of the room.

“Ok class. Today is your free day. You can do whatever you want in the classroom. If you want to go somewhere, just ask. It depends on where you want to go and with who.” She told all of us. I nodded, I wanted to ask Nadia if she knew what Upirs are. I just felt too awkward to ask. The teacher let us start talking. I turned to Nadia.

“Hey I have a strange question.” I told Nadia. She looked at me, and nodded. I want to show that I was serious about this question, so I looked into her eyes. I noticed she has extremely unnatural bright blue eyes. They were very unnatural. They made me question everything I knew about her. “Umm… I was wondering.” I said, and started to lower my voice. “If you knew anything about Upirs?” I asked. Her face relaxed, and looked like she was panicking, like I said something that caused weird memories.

“I know barely anything. Maybe something. Not a lot.” She said, seeming as if she was distancing herself. She took a deep breath, and I countied.

“Do you think they will have anything about them in the library?” I asked her. Her face looked confused. I realized it was only her first day, and she probably hasn’t been the library.

“I don’t know. Probably, I bet we could go check.” She said, I nodded, and stood up. I started to walk up to the teacher. I was walking in the narrow row, when some stupid kid put his leg out right were my foot was, and tripped me. The whole class looked at me as I got up. The teacher helped me up. I had a rug burn on my arm, which caused my arm to start bleeding.

The class went back to talking to their friends and doing whatever they wanted.

“Hey, sorry for falling.” I said to the teacher awkwardly. She laughed and and nodded.

“You are fine. It happens to the best of us.” She said to me. Me and this teacher, Mrs. Gonzalez were really close. She was my spanish teacher and I have had her for years.

“I was also wondering if me and Nadia could go to the library for books for a class.” I asked her. She nodded and told us we could, but we would have to come back 10 minutes before class ended. We both were fine with that. We started to walk to the library.

“We should hang out after school, and read the books we find, if we find any. We would have to go to your house. My grandmother would freak if she knew I was researching this.” She said.

“Anything works. Do you have a phone to text your grandmother that we are gonna head over to my house.” I asked her. She laughed.

“My grandmother would never let me have a phone, even after she dies. She is really strict cause she doesn’t want me to end up like my dad. Could I borrow your phone?” She asked me. Holy crap, her grandmother will do anything so Nadia doesn’t end up like her dad.

“Yeah.” I said, handing her my phone.

Nadia

I handed Toni back her phone after texting my grandmother asking if I could go over to Toni’s to do homework. We walked into the library. Toni walked over to the librarian, and asked her if we could use the computers to search were a book was. She told us we could. I followed Toni to the computers.

She sat in one of the desks with a computer at it, and I sat in the one next to it. She logged in on the computer, as I just watched her type in her information. She went to the libraries website. It looked very modern, yet really old looking. It looked like a formal website, that isn’t very formal. She clicked on the search bar, in the website, and searched ‘Upir’. It came up with 8 books, that were all available to check out.

“You write down these 4 ID numbers, and all do the other 4.” She told me. I nodded, and grabbed a paper and pen. I wrote down each number. Toni told me to go to the librarian to ask were they were, so we could work faster. Toni walked over to the books and started to find hers. I walked up to the old looking librarian, who seems annoyed at us for just living. “Hello mam, I was wondering if you would help me find these books?” I asked her. She nodded and gave me a nasty look. She seems more annoyed that I speaked. She walked out of her desk, and grabbed the paper in my hand. She looked at the numbers, and walked into a row of books. She grabbed one book, and handing it me. She walked a few steps forward, then grabbed another book, and handed it to me. She looked at the paper again, and grabbed another book, and handed it to me. She walked back to her desk and I looked over at Toni, who only had 2 books, and shrugged.

I sat at one of the tables and looked at the three books the lady handed me. They all were about Upirs. I sat there, waiting for Toni. She eventually walked back over to me. She had three books in her hand.

“Let’s go check them out, then go back to class. We have 12 minutes left of school, if we don’t make it back to class on time, we will get in trouble.” She said, as we walked over to the desk the librarian was at. She took are books and scanned them. She handed them back to us. We left the library.

“That was fast.” I said, as we started to walk back to are class.

“Normally the library is more crowded, so it takes forever.” Toni said. I continued walking, trying not to trip. “Did my grandmother reply at all?” I asked. She grabbed out her phone, with a turquoise and purple phone case. She turned on her phone, and nodded.

“Yes. She said, ‘Fine, but text me the address.’ I will text her my adress for you.” She said, typing some number. I continued walking, till we got to are classroom. She opened the door, and we both walked in. They class was still talking, and laughing. The teacher smiled at us once we walked in. Toni smiled back, but I was too awkward to. I didn’t want to talk to my teachers ever because they all scare me.

Toni

I looked at my phone really quick, to see if Nadia’s grandmother replied, but I saw a text from JellyBean. I was scared to read it. She was telling me what I needed to do to be apart of the Southside Serpents. I clicked on the text and read it.

‘I want you to bring me something from the Godfrey house, that has there name on it, so I can tell its really from there.’ I looked at the text, and started to panic. I would not want to steal anything from Nadia’s grandmother. She already seemed terrifying, even though I have never met her.

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Sweden x Japan Part 1

Japan was on his way to Sweden. He was told by Germany to go travel and see some places. But to be honest, he knew Germany just wanted some time alone with Italy. He did get tired of feeling like a third wheel in the group, so maybe getting to travel an take some pictures would do him some good. Sweden decided to go out and visit some other cities. It was cool out, but still nice and he needed to get his mind off a few things. He was enjoying the scenery of Stockholm when he saw Japan at a cafe. He sauntered over to say hello, smiling and waving. "Hej Hej, Japan. I didn't know you were in Stockholm."Japan heard his name being called, he turned around an saw Sweden. "Konichiwa, Sweden-San. Yes, I decided to do some sightseeing. I also wanted to take some more pictures. How are you, I haven't gotten to talk to you in a while." Japan said while bowing. Sweden gave a half-bow sort of nod and shook hands with Japan. "Ja, it's been a while. How long are you in town? I could show you around if you like." He was feeling a little more talkative than usual, but oh well. It felt great to see someone who wasn't Scandinavian for a change. Japan shook his head yes. "I'm going to be staying for 2 weeks. I would enjoy it if you showed me around." Japan could tell that Sweden was more talkative then normal. But he didn't mind, maybe he could get to know him a little more now. They got something from the cafe and Sweden chatted about this and that, asking if Japan had a place to stay and talking about some old castles. It was pleasant, and the only surprising thing was a suspicious lack of Finland in their conversation. Japan was enjoying chatting about this and that. When Sweden asked if he had a place to stay, he said no. Then he asked if Sweden could show him some of his favorite sights around Stockholm. Sweden smiled again, which did wonders to soften his usually serious look. "You're welcome to stay with me, if you'd like." He offered. "As far as sights, we have an open air historical museum, some boat tours, or whatever else might entertain you. We even have a museum dedicated to ABBA." Japan smiled back at Sweden. "Thank you so much for letting me stay with you while I'm here. I really appreciate it. If you don't mind, maybe you can take me to one of the museums."Sweden nods and looks for the closest one. "There's an island nearby with good scenery and a couple museums, let's start there." He states, gesturing in their general direction."Ok, that sounds good." As they walked to the island, they were talking more. Japan could tell that Sweden was starting to open up to him. He was happy about that, because he has started to develop some feelings for the quiet Swedish man. Without either of them realizing it, they were walking closer than they normally would have. Things were going well. Sweden noticed himself opening up more, which was great. He pointed out a few buildings, and threw some fun facts in to the conversation as they walked towards the bridge. He didn't notice how close the two of them had gotten until their hands brushed against each other. Seeing as swedes typically like their space, the fact that they were walking that close probably meant something. And although he tried to play it off, Sweden could feel his face getting warmer with a blush. Japan was having a lot of fun learning about the different Swedish things. But he hadn't noticed how close they were walking, until their hands brushed together. When that happened, he could feel his face becoming very warm. He tried to look away from Sweden, so that he wouldn't notice how red his face was. And instead of jerking his hand away, he let it stay where it was. Which is very unlike Japan, considering he likes his personal space. Sweden spared a quick glance at Japan, but it only made things worse now that he was noticing how attractive Japan was. His blush deepened as he let his hand brush over the other's again. Japan could feel Sweden look at him, which make him blush more. After he looked away, Japan couldn't help but glance over at him. Which was a bad idea, now he knows one of the things that made him fall for the Swedish man. He then noticed their hands brushing together again. This time he wasn't so surprised, he actually enjoyed it. So he let his hand brush against the others while letting his hand linger close by. When he knew he could get away with it, Sweden moved his hand slightly to take hold of the other's. He was nervous now, but all this spur-of-the-moment stuff was exciting. He braves another look in Japan's direction and hopes he won't mess up such a nice moment. Japan a little surprised, but more happy than anything. He tightened his grip on Sweden's hand, so the other would know it was ok. At this point, he decided to look at him. He was embarrassed but happy when he caught Sweden looking at him too. He smiled sweetly at him and gave his hand a light squeeze. Sweden smiled some more, almost looking like Denmark at this point. And before they knew it they had made it over one of the many bridges in the city (there's around 14 islands in the Stockholm area). From here they could see a large building with what looked like ship masts sticking out over the top to one side, and a cluster of small and old looking villages to the other. "So, which way should we head now?" Sweden inquires, giving the hand in his a light squeeze. Japan smiled again at Sweden. "Lets go see the villages, I would like to take some pictures." As they walked towards the villages, Japan walked closer to Sweden. Almost pressing himself into Sweden's side. Sweden chuckled a bit to himself, it was odd and amusing to see Japan of all people this cute and cuddly. As they reached the gates of the museum it was like stepping back in time to a whole other world. Sweden sighed fondly, embracing a wave of memories and subconsciously pulling Japan closer. They were walking around looking and taking pictures. Sweden was telling him some good memories that he had. By the time they had gotten to the end of the museum, it was a lot later. Japan was getting hungry. "I'm getting a little hungry, do you want to get something to eat? Maybe you can take us to one of your favorite restaurants." By this point, Sweden had his arm around Japan's shoulders and Japan had his arm around Sweden's waist. Sweden thought for a minute, running through a list of Nordic cuisine places in his head. This chance meeting had escalated into a date, a date he desperately needed, and there was no way in hell he was about to mess this up. "I assume you'd like to sample the local cuisine," he hummed thoughtfully "so, modern or traditional?" "I would like to try the traditional food. I've never had it before." Japan said. Now that Japan thought about it, this had turned into a date. Not that he minded, he was actually happy. Plus, he didn't think something like this would happen when he came to here. Sweden noded and smiled, he knew just the place. Leading them away from the scenery of the museum, he turned a few corners and took them to an old building that had been converted into a restaurant. It was pricey, but good and authentic. "They offer a number of old Scandinavian favorites here." He said as they were sat down "The best way the sample them will be the smorgasbord." He smiles, and orders them a bottle of wine. Japan smiled back at him. As they started to sip the wine, Sweden ordered some food to them. They tried many things until they were full. By the time they were done eating, they were halfway through the bottle of wine, and it was dark outside. "Thank you for showing me around today, I really enjoyed myself. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow." Japan smiled at Sweden across the table. Sweden smiles some more and laughs softly. "Not a problem. How about we get some rest now, Ja?" He replies, paying for dinner and taking them to his flat. Back across the bridge and past the cafe where they had encountered each other. With the sun gone, the day had gone from cool to chilly. He kept an arm around his date, keeping him warm as they trekked the whole way back. On the walk to Sweden's flat, Japan was thinking of what has happened today. He had to say, this one of the most amazing days he has had in a while. He would have to thank Germany when he gets back. He hadn't even noticed that they were at Sweden's flat already, he must have been deep I thought. As they sent inside, Japan was happy to be inside where it was warm. As he took his jacket off, he could tell he was getting tired from the days activities. Plus, the jet-lag was finally kicking in. Sweden made sure Japan was comfortable in the main room before going to set up the guest bedroom. Everything seemed in place so he went back to sit beside the other, resting an arm on the back of the couch. While Japan waited for Sweden to get back he was having a hard time staying awake. When he felt Sweden sit down next to him, he leaned over and put his head on Sweden's shoulder. He ended up falling asleep almost immediately after his head landed on his shoulder. Sweden smiled, pulling Japan into his lap to hold him. He stayed there, holding him until he heard the soft snoring that meant the other was asleep enough to move. Carefully, he stood up and carried Japan into the guest bedroom, doing his best to lay him down gently. He brought the blankets up, tucking him in, and took only a few moments to study the soft features of Japan's sleeping face before turning to leave the room. Japan sleep the whole night, it was a peaceful nights rest. As he sat up he rubbed his eyes while yawning. It was still early in the morning, so he decided to go see if Sweden was awake. He got out of bed an walked to the door, once he got to the door he could here sounds coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound, coming across Sweden cooking.

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The Real Reason Behind ABBAs Crazy Outfits

For the Swedish supergroup, it wasn’t just about the music.

May 11, 2020 3 min read

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C’mon, just admit it: You’re an ABBA fan. I get it. So am I.

And how could you not be? The ’70’s Swedish super group produced some of the most sing-able, happiest, snappiest songs ever, from “Dancing Queen” to “Fernando.” When ABBA is played at a bar or party or just on the radio, everyone — regardless of age — seems to know the lyrics and sings along.

Besides their songs, one of the most definable things about ABBA was their clothes. Much has been written about their many outrageous outfits over the years, and most fans would agree that the band’s clothing choices were never … well … understated. For years, ABBA’s fans thought it was just the group’s way of showing their uniqueness, their individuality, their brand. But there’s another reason for the crazy costumes, a reason that would actually be more appealing not to the teenagers who went to their shows, but to the accountants who did their taxes.

According to an official biography published in 2014, the band’s outlandish outfits were worn simply to get a tax deduction. “In my honest opinion, we looked like nuts in those years,” Björn Ulvaeus, one of the group’s members, reportedly said. “Nobody can have been as badly dressed on stage as we were.” The dress was so “bad” that no one would ever think of wearing those clothes outside of work. Which is exactly the point.

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The tax rules in Sweden in the 1970s stipulated that work clothes worn by business owners (like the members of ABBA) were deductible, so long as they weren’t worn for any purpose outside of the job. If you’re a small-business owner in the U.S. in 2020, guess what? The same applies to you.

Which means that you can deduct your work clothes too. Just so long as the clothes are an “ordinary and necessary” expense of your business and that you’re not using those same clothes for personal purposes.

So your business suit — like a coat and tie — wouldn’t apply, but a uniform you put on specifically for the purpose of your business does as long as it’s not used outside of the business. If you purchase clothing, boots and other wearable accessories for your employees that are necessary for their jobs, then you can deduct those costs too. All of these deductions can either be taken on your corporate tax return or on your Schedule C to your individual return if you’re not incorporated.

So go ahead and feel free to deduct the cost of your work clothing, as long as you follow the above rules. But please, no platform shoes or sequins, thank you very much.

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The Real Reason Behind ABBA’s Crazy Outfits

For the Swedish supergroup, it wasn’t just about the music.

May 11, 2020 3 min read

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C’mon, just admit it: You’re an ABBA fan. I get it. So am I.

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The Real Reason Behind ABBA’s Crazy Outfits

For the Swedish supergroup, it wasn’t just about the music.

May 11, 2020 3 min read

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C’mon, just admit it: You’re an ABBA fan. I get it. So am I.

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The Real Reason Behind ABBA’s Crazy Outfits

For the Swedish supergroup, it wasn’t just about the music.

May 11, 2020 3 min read

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C’mon, just admit it: You’re an ABBA fan. I get it. So am I.

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