The dog enters the room, an array of blond curls swirled in it's otherwise black fur; a single patch of green oddly featured around it's left eye. The missing collar is obvious, the perros ribs sticking prominently through it's skin, yet the innocent dark brown eyes suggest nothing of a stray. I am Nice. They say. I won't hurt you. It trots over to the couch, rubbing it's nose eagerly against the groaning black leather. It wants attention. The two young women harboring the sofá shoo it away; they have no time for play, and a tail lowers between a pair of legs as this...

hola there everyone! My first articulo on my club, but here it is! It's about my friend Metallica1147, as tu may know him, I just call him Brandon ^_^ It's funny, I can remember, that we became friends over one of his fanfics, lol :) The power of escritura :P But anyway, he's my Bff, and he's always nice to meh. I don't feel depressed at all when I'm talking to him, cause he always says stuff to make me feel better. I know some people are mean to him, well if your lectura this and your one of those people, tu better knock it off. Cause if I find out, it's not gonna be pretty, mmk? Cause he's...