~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19
Oh, brother
I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of tortazo talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
There was no actualización on her page either, and the update status of who she was dating was erased, no más Meredith Baxter is dating Caldon Derentiz, not that I care anymore, I believe my former crush is done.
I still couldn’t believe the incredible dodo Meredith got herself in, I guess people do get what’s coming for them.
“Why so happy, sis?” Adam asks, standing por front door.
“Everything today’s just so…beautiful.” I say happily. “It just can’t get any better than-…on flippun dulce de azúcar, fudge fats!”
Adam laughs, “what?”
“Lorena Politz is having a party tonight.”
“So?”
“So?” I mimic. “Lorena Politz is one of the most hottest popular girl in school, her parties are the best and everyone’s welcome. I’ve been dying to attend at least one.”
Adam starts to scowl. “I know where this is going,”
“Oh please! Oh please! Oh please!” I yell. “Please! Please! Please! Please let me have my plea!”
“Pam, tu know I can’t let tu go to parties like that.”
“But Meredith might go, and if she goes she’ll be taunted! And my gal’s are going, I bet! Come on, bro!”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?!” I huff, jumping on my cama and burying my face in it.
“Because…you’re my sister Pammy, and I amor you, and those parties…I won’t let tu go ruin your life. I amor tu too much.”
“Ohhhhhhhh!” I gush, my voice muffled because it’s still in the pillow. “Continue!”
I hear Adam chuckle. “I think that’s all your getting today panda, but tell tu what, instead of going to the party I grant tu permission to watch tv.” His voice sounds pained.
My ear perk up and I lift my face from my pillow. “Really?! But today’s the game!”
Adam nods. “Your más important than sports.”
I jump up and down and hug him, “you’ll watch the game from a trashy tv for me?! Oh I amor you!”
“Whatever,”
“Tell tu what,” I say. “I’ll call the girl’s for a girl’s night out today, and tu can watch your game.”
Adam smiles. “Your the best.”
I nod. “I know, your team’s going to lose anyways.”
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Chapter 19
Oh, brother
I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of tortazo talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
There was no actualización on her page either, and the update status of who she was dating was erased, no más Meredith Baxter is dating Caldon Derentiz, not that I care anymore, I believe my former crush is done.
I still couldn’t believe the incredible dodo Meredith got herself in, I guess people do get what’s coming for them.
“Why so happy, sis?” Adam asks, standing por front door.
“Everything today’s just so…beautiful.” I say happily. “It just can’t get any better than-…on flippun dulce de azúcar, fudge fats!”
Adam laughs, “what?”
“Lorena Politz is having a party tonight.”
“So?”
“So?” I mimic. “Lorena Politz is one of the most hottest popular girl in school, her parties are the best and everyone’s welcome. I’ve been dying to attend at least one.”
Adam starts to scowl. “I know where this is going,”
“Oh please! Oh please! Oh please!” I yell. “Please! Please! Please! Please let me have my plea!”
“Pam, tu know I can’t let tu go to parties like that.”
“But Meredith might go, and if she goes she’ll be taunted! And my gal’s are going, I bet! Come on, bro!”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?!” I huff, jumping on my cama and burying my face in it.
“Because…you’re my sister Pammy, and I amor you, and those parties…I won’t let tu go ruin your life. I amor tu too much.”
“Ohhhhhhhh!” I gush, my voice muffled because it’s still in the pillow. “Continue!”
I hear Adam chuckle. “I think that’s all your getting today panda, but tell tu what, instead of going to the party I grant tu permission to watch tv.” His voice sounds pained.
My ear perk up and I lift my face from my pillow. “Really?! But today’s the game!”
Adam nods. “Your más important than sports.”
I jump up and down and hug him, “you’ll watch the game from a trashy tv for me?! Oh I amor you!”
“Whatever,”
“Tell tu what,” I say. “I’ll call the girl’s for a girl’s night out today, and tu can watch your game.”
Adam smiles. “Your the best.”
I nod. “I know, your team’s going to lose anyways.”
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I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store siguiente door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say oveja vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with oveja that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into oveja vampiros that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca cola left from an año hace shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or tu shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, o things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if tu die from laughter, o possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
o was it manzana, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
o was it manzana, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!