"OKEEAAAAAHHHHH!" I shouted, teasing my father.
"It is you ...," Writerz answered with his innocent face.
I hung up the phone and tossed it on my couch.
Tao Xinyue?
A boy with red hair stood on top of a dilapidated building looking up at the stars. Sitting on the edge of the building was a petite girl with black hair.
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Dean Indra just got a new headache for what John has done for him.
"If you're going to mope at least do it I your bedroom," she said her voice all scratchy and dry from all the alcohol she a consumed, 'I can't believe your dad let you grow up to be such a cry-baby." Tall, thin and a complete bitch is what my current guardian was I like, my cousin. I tried so hard to make it work with her, but I couldn't do it. Couldn't keep pretending everything was all right. After a few months I waited patiently, waited till the hag was asleep. When she came in earlier that night, she was tired and drunk, with a boy hanging off her lips. Deep snores echoed through the empty halls as I crept out of bed. Carefully and as quiet as a mouse I slipped my key into the door and pushed it open. I stood in the middle of my road, brave and bold wearing my yellow jacket.
Only shooting stars break the mold
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
I said yep what a concept
Special forces: DROP YOU WEAPONS