LOOKIE LOOKIE!!
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I know that my fans already knows, but I don't think my readers does!!
well...
I am now "proud2bme" !!!!
I really liked my "nayka19amnos"... but, yeah, things... haha...
nayka19amnos <-----> proud2bme
SAME person!!
So don't go "OMG! This person must have copied nayka19amnos' stories and didn't read it carefully because in the last part it said
"-peace-
---your crazy writer--
----nayka19amnos----"
Stupid girl! MUST tell nayka19amnos!!"
Yeah... look for 'nayka19amnos' and you won't see it!!!
I'm lazy so I won't change the last part where I write my username in the last chappies/stories...
Recap:
When I was infront of the window, 5 feet away.
I took a deep breath.
Raised the that's holding the yellow basketball.
Then threw it as hard as I can.
I stared, shock at what happened.
WTF!?
...
Okay, I lied. Nothing happened. Really. Not even a scratch on the glass!! The yellow basketball just bounced back and thank goodness that it didn't hit me!!
I groaned. I looked around and saw a PINK hammer stucking out of a drawer.
PINK.
PINK, I tell you! Who uses a PINK hammer!? ............ Fine. I'll use it!!
I took it out, and again, I threw it to the window. The freakin PINK hammer, did not bounce but fell to the floor. I looked at the window closely and saw only a small scratch. I grunted. This bullet proofed window is too strong!!!
I plopped on my bed and closed my eyes.
So much of escaping.
I heared something grumble so I sat straight and looked around. Nothing. It grumbled again. Oh. Stupid me. It's just my stomach.
Fine. Let's get some food.
I opened my violet door and got out after checking if someone was there.
I walked to the dining room and slowly opened it. Inside was only Heather, so I went in and went straight to the long table on the corner with the foods. While I was choosing something to eat, I felt Heater staring at me so I turned around and I was right, she's staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
She nervously looked away "S-sorry. I just thought that you are pretty..." she told me. I rolled my eyes. Whatever.
I finally decided on an apple and walked to the door. I was going to open it when someone pushed it hard from the outside, making me fall on my butt.
"Oh sh*t. I am very sorry." I looked at the person and saw strawberry blonde guy, Tyron. He held his hand out for me take, but I didn't took it and stood up on my own. He gave me a look, but I didn't care. I went out of the dining room and decided if I wanted to go back to my room or explore a little. I looked around and saw the bastard, Aber, coming from where my room is.
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