Finding Mr.Mafia ( sequel to From Home...)

(chapter 8) Finding Mr. Mafia

OK, let's see how many excuses I can come up with as to why I haven't uploaded.

1. I moved to a different house. Again. Thanks mom. I think I already told you guys this. This reason doesn't count then. 

2. After a month later, my uncle moved in with us because his house is getting foreclosed.

3. His family is sick so I have to watch his sick kids while he move his stuff to our house.

4. Apparently, it's contagious.

5. Homework. Need I say more?

5.5. Ok, I do need to say more. FACS( Family And Consumers Science) required me to cook dinner for my family. Me, the one who burned the cheese sticks in the small oven thingymajig. Me, the one who set a burrito on fire in a microwave within 10 seconds of microwaving. I didn't set the house on fire. The sauce of the pasta just tastes weird. The muffins were too sweet. The 'salad' I made didn't turned out too well either.

6. I just didn't felt like it. I mean, there's not even a writers block. I just didn't have motivation to write again.

7. There are too many good authors on Wattpad. I get sucked in their stories.

Reasons why I'm writing:

1. I finally finishes( kinda) all of my projects from half of my classes. I know for sure I'm going to pay for the kinda part, but I'm a procrastinator( like you guys haven't noticed.)

2. I feel like crap, pardon my French. I tried this new thing at my school called fish sticks(or maybe it's because of the sweet pototartots) and by the next hour of consuming them, my stomach had been rumbling like crazy. As soon as I got off the bus, I hit the bathroom and stayed there for like two hours. Ok, too much information, but the point is I'm lying in my bed, too lazy to do anything or go out with the rest of my family. So I finally have some free time for writing.

3. Most important, it's you guys. I'm lazy, I won't deny it. I didn't have time to write( see reasons above). But when I check my email( which is like once a month or something) I was like"WHOA, PEOPLE ARE FANNING ME?!?! EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T"T UPLOADED?!?!". So I'll try to make this extra long for those who gave me their support.

(WHY ARE MY AUTHOR NOTES ALWAYS SO FREAKING LONG!?!?!?!)

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Recap:

Zoey was offered a modeling job because the girl who was supposed to model the dress ripped it and no one else there is short enough to wear it without exposing their panties, except for Zoey. She accepted the job to:

1. keep an eye on Jon.

2. make Sam jealous. She likes likes him now. OOHHHHH;D

Chapter 8

 Suddenly, there was music. And not just any music: harps. There were still people applying suspicious looking gas, liquids and solids on me, and at the sound of the music, they hurry and rush and speak to each other in French. It's like the end of the world was coming judging by the speed that they're squeaking.

I think the show just begun.

They strapped something with a needle sticking out of it on my feet. Is this supposed to be my SHOE? They nudged me to take a few steps. I wobbled on the needle point and fell. Well, not really. They caught me before I did a face plant. Now that they're not putting stuff on me, my resentment towards them decreased a little to the point that I feel a smidge guilty for keep calling them 'them' in my head. But not enough to ask them their names.