Hey you guys!! Long time no see, lol, I would post this on Abnormal, but most of y'all don't read it...
Anyway, so I posted an important message on my board:
Uh, just found out my book,This Guy, was translated, WHO DID IT? I would like to know. I mean, its terrific, that somebody would do that, but whoever you are, could you reveal yourself? Who is doing this? I believe they translated it into Vietnamese.
Again, whoever would like to This Guy, please ask beforehand. Thanks.
So, I don't know if y'all saw that, but whoever's doing it, please tell me. Thank you! I'm not exactly comfortable with it, and I found like a whole website full of translated books from wattpad. Don't quite remember the website name tho..
DONT GO YET
I'm actually thinking of taking down Abnormal, or making it a short story..
EXTRA STUFF
VISIT FROM DYLAN BAUTISTAA
and me..
*Scene: a dark blue room, with a a white sofa, two coffee chairs, and bright yellow and light blue pillows*
Dylan: HI YOU GUYS HOW ARE YOU!! *Waves frantically at the screen*
Dylan: *pouts* Korey never writes me in anymore. Shes such a turd sometimes, don't you guys agree?
me:*just mentally rolling my eyes*
Dylan: I'm serious, all you ever do, is write about my kid, and his love, what about me?
me: what would you like me to write about?
Dylan: About my sexy self, duh.
me: You say it like its the most obvious thing in the world.
Dylan: because it is! Do we need to call Macy in? Macy, babe c-
me: *throwing pillows, chairs, and other random things at him* I DONT NEED THAT PSYCHOTIC BENCH COMING IN
Dylan: Why not?
me: I just.... I JUST TOLD YOU
Dylan: *waves hand, dismissing the subject* whatever, why am I so old? What am I now, like 30-something? WHY AM I SO F-ING OLD? MAKE ME YOUNG FOREVER
me: *shrugs* yeah well, it doesn't work that way..
Dylan: You're still young.
me: Your point?
Dylan: You're a turd, you know that?
me: You're a bigger turd than I am. Turd.
Dylan: WHATEVER TURD *Throws pillows and other stuff*
me: *throws table*
Dylan: you.. you FREAKING F-
me: *running out the room closing door behind me* *leaning against the door*
Dylan: *pounds against the door* LET ME OUT
me: Well, thats it ! Bye!
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You heard me, thats it! Anyway, thanks for checking this out! If you didn't, well you missed a Dylan visit.
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This Guy
Teen Fiction"Oh, Mrs. Larson, I have to get going. My uncle is expecting me." He said, suddenly. He can't have seen me though, because I'm standing behind a wall. "Of course not! You're staying, for dinner, and that's final." My mom ordered. Shit, what is she d...
