mr. punk rock ➳ l.h au

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BEFORE YOU READ ON: don't fucking tell me that my fucking story is moving too fucking fast. if you don't fucking like it then fucking remove it from your fucking library. the fucking thing that happens in the fucking first chapter is fucking important to the storyline otherwise i wouldn't fucking put it in there. so don't fucking comment about it otherwise i'm gonna fucking report your fucking comment and i will reply with a fucking bitchy comment and fucking sass the fuck out of you so don't fucking do it (:

thank you

((i'm usually really nice i've just seen enough of the same comment))

oh and another thing (as of 11/12/15) don't fucking tell me that my  story is fucking cliche or whatever other shit you're gonna call it. fucking first off, i'm aware that this book is fucking bad, and fucking cliche, but 23,000 other fucking people seemed to enjoy it. so keep your fucking opinions to yourself, and remove the fucking book from your fucking library because wattpad added that "remove from library" option for a fucking reason. so instead of leaving a fucking bitchy ass comment on my story, you can use that fucking option if you don't like it. also i'm rewriting this fucking story for a fucking reason. i know it's fucking terrible and i'm fucking rewriting it for your enjoyment, so you can fucking enjoy the story. but until it's rewritten, if you're not gonna leave a bitchy comment, then please enjoy the fucking story (:

((again i'm usually very nice i've just seen enough of the same comment))

"Class, this is your new classmate, he's from Australia. Luke, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself. " Mr. Queery, my English teacher said.

The blonde boy from earlier this morning walked into the room casually, with his bag slung over one shoulder.

"I'm Luke. I'm from Australia," he mumbled.

Mr. Queery nodded, even though he had already told the class that.

"So, Luke, have you already met anybody in this class?" he asked.

"Nope," Luke answered, looking straight at me.

"Okay, well then, sit wherever there's an empty seat," Mr. Queery muttered, going back to his desk.