(Sowwyy I was trapped in Ukraine mid vlog yasss im a vlogger 🤪🤪🤪 pls subscribe to me sisters. I also had a big break which is why my english suffered a big break. I adopted a baby panda from Taiwan which is not a country but the panda choked itself on the choking hazard legos that I let it play with and died. But it's okay I am not very sad because I still have my beyblades b 🤪 let it rip.)
Y/N woke up snoring that she felt like roaring. She almost roared a few times, but the thought of animal control near her apartment building stopped her. She was a brand ambassador of PETA. She did not eat chicken and beef and pork and veal and venison and chicken fries and mutton and chicken tikka masala and butter chicken and walmart rotiserie chicken and costco chicken which you can eat in a parking lot like most girls. Y/N was different. The PETA ambassador only ate exotic meat like Zebra, and once, Panda.
She had a very wittle panda. She often compared heights and weights and skin colors with it when it was a baby, which would make her 16 years old at that time, because like her, the panda was also 3 feet long. But the panda died as she stepped on it by mistake and accidentally made it a chair for an hour straight. The panda almost lived in the 59th minute, but it couldn't hold Y/N's fatass (yaaaa shawty thiccccc 🤪) for one more minute, and died a peaceful death. Y/N was cried for half a minute straight, which felt like 10 seconds but actually was half a second (yes she has ADHD and dyslexia). Then she picked up the wittle panda's body and buried it, then threw a fit.
Y/N realized she was dreaming about Mr. Puddus and remembered that she had to go to school. Y/N went to the toilet, also called the bathroom and the restroom, and felt someone waiting behind the door. The feeling told her that he was a 6'5 man. The feeling also vetoed that he was so hot that he could tie a knot. Then Y/N opened the toilet door. Oh wait no. She stopped herself and went back as she forgot the toilettries. Then she went back again and she forgot her toilet paper (miss girl is such a sag). She pulled out a roll of toilet paper from under her pillow. The roll was so big, that it could do trig (Y/N loved a toilet paper that knew its 50 presidents 🤪such an educated queen).
Y/N opened the toilet door, and OH MY GOD-- it was the Mafia Daddy of the block. What could he be doing in her bathroom, restromm, toilet? Y/N declared, "W-W-What are you doing here dadday -- I mean sir?" The Mafia Daddy said in a deep voice, possibly deeper than Mr. Puddus's, "Babygorl, we're in the endgame now." Y/N had so many questions. She was so nervous. She was so nervous, she managed to break a bus. But it was a schoolbus full of little children who were all taller than her, so she felt bad and unbroke the bus, which made the Mafia Daddy fuss.
She nervously and cutely asked, "W-W-W-What's your name P-P-Padre?" Dadday declared, "Salvatore, Ace Salvatore."
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Lãng mạnY/N, a 17 year old student at Patkins High School, lives alone in her studio apartment. She works at a retail store after school, she is very lonely as her parents died at a very early age, leaving her with nothing. She is an introvert and has only...
