Okay, so--- if you are reading this, it means you have decided to read this book. I thank you for that, but you should know, this is a word of totally and utter fiction. Sure, it may seem real, but for a moment. It all depends on whose reading this and who decided to give this book a try. You can be the Emo Kid, the Gothic Girl, or the Stand-out Scene-- but nonetheless, it's for everyone's entertainment.
Now, how about I just cut this short and to the point, I've been on Wattpad for years and all of you people are epically epic.
*Note to self, find out if 'epically' is a real word*
So, thanks for reading this. I really am glad. But please remember to vote or comment or do whatever it is that everyone is doing on Wattpad. I've been here for years, like I said, and I'm still a slight hopeless cause with this new 'Wattpad Format' stuff.
LOVE, (the real author of this impossible story) TRUTHIZME
*seriously*
YOU ARE READING
Viva La Wayne {Book 1, Short Story Collection}
Short Story"I'm assuming you're hopeless?" She had a light grin on her face when she spoke, but I snorted. "Actually", I started as I approached the steps she stood on, "I'm doing fine with my life. I'm Wayne."
