guys, i'm idealess. i am in GRAVE danger. I wasn't here to win but I'm not here to lose. I made a mistake. I have 0 ideas. Not only that, I'm making my stuff in Scratch.
The air was thick with anticipation as the storm clouds gathered overhead. Dark, ominous shapes loomed on the horizon, their edges fringed with streaks of lightning. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves of the trees and sending shivers down my spine.
I watched from my window, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd always been fascinated by storms, but this one felt different. There was something about the way the clouds were moving, something that seemed almost menacing. Just then, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, jolting me back to reality. Suddenly, I remembered a terrifying fact: the submission due in 6 days!