Dear Diary, I am so PISSED AT HOW DR FUCKING BLOWHOLE HAS TO BE RETARDED AND USE CHROME INSTEAD OF SOMETHING LIKE TITANIUM :P IT IS FKIN STRONGER! Anyway, I have the feeling that I am being watched. Oh brb. Back. I brbed coz i thought HE WAS USING MY GUN AND HE WAS SO I JUST TRIED TO SHOOT HIM BUT HE USED ALL OF THE FUCKING BULLETS :L So i have a new pack of bullets right here in my flipper at this here very moment, and I might just refill my gun with bullets and try to shoot Dr Bastardhole :P So erm... I'm gonna finish escritura now, coz SOME misceláneo FAG ON fanpop IS lectura MY DIARY PAGE >:L But I really gotta stop overusing the :L face. :L DAMN IM DOING IT AGAIN!!!!!! Bye.
"No" dicho Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write más later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
......................................................................................................
I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write más later.