Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!
N.K. is angry at her parents.
Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park!
She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the...
Moved after a few weeks in Seattle now to this shitty little town named South Park in buttfucking Colorado.
I already hate it here.
It's a tiny hole, in the middle of nowhere, right at the Meridian of misery and suffering.
This town doesn't even have a Game Stop!
How the hell I'm supposed to get new cards for my YU-GI-OH! Deck and buy new games and anime merchandise?
Back to Amazon, it seems.
Gosh, I bet these people don't even know what cosplay is!
Why did we need to move again?
I was happy in Seattle.
I had a nice group of friends and hot Serena Matthews wanted to go on a second date with me!
And yet, poof, again, my nomadic parents had us moved.
I will never understand them.
I'm only eleven, my body started puberty and I can't outlive it because my parents get this urge to randomly move us from here to there.
This is such bullshit!
I wanna be a pre-teen, watch anime and talk about it with friends. Play Duel Monsters and betting asses. Cosplaying and playing video games and dear heaven kiss girls, boys, or whatever!
Serena was such a good kisser!
And her red hair was so lovely!
In this hicktown, there aren't for sure bisexual people like me. Or god forbid lesbians. I don't think I will like the straight dudes in this town.
I'm allergic to straight.
Yuck!
Okay, jokes aside, why this little shit town?
Couldn't we move to California, if it was so necessary to move?
I just want to again live on the ocean side.
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A loud knock was heard on my door, followed by my Mamma's voice: "Sweetie? Hon, you all dressed?"
I look up from my Dairy. I'm sitting against my bedframe, knees up, balancing my dairy on them, and writing about my woe.
I close it with my red glitter pen between the two pages I wrote for today.
"Yes, Mamma, you can come in.", I let her know.
Not a second later both my parents enter my room.
"Hey, princess. How do you like your new room?", ask me my Papà.
