My name is Verónica but you can call me, maybe Hey I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number so call me, maybe.
I've known Juandré or Mr. J as I might have called him if I was born 2 streets from here with a backward baseball cap, my whole life. I am his best imaginary friend and I have the great responsibility of hearing him complain every night and confess his most profound emotions.
Then I might tell you a bit about him because he won't as he doesn't know that I am stealing his talent of a teller to become famosa.
Juandré Pipistrèlle is not Mexican. He is 18 years old or maybe 17 or 16 I lost count.
He is of medium size, with dark hair that can become long when he forgets to cut them, he is skinny but has some beautiful calves.
Juandré hates his nose that he thinks is too big as well as his hips because he doesn't know how to do hula hoop.
Also he has yellow teeth that are not perfect but he never smiles anyway.
If girls noticed him they would rate him as a 6 out of 10 because of his very attractive right shoulder.
He has the most loving family of 2 parents and 3 little siblings: his brother Flaxsid, little sister Luce and other lil' sis Mishell.
He lives in a house with 2 kitchens because the builders misread the plan.
However he leads a very serious life full of anguish and alarm, full of deceptions and pain. Juandré's favorite snacks are pretzels dipped in coke.
YOU ARE READING
the very sad life of Juandré
RandomJuandré is a depressed teenager who confides in his imaginary friend Verónica. Meanwhile, Verónica's goal is to assemble Juandré's story so that she can sign it under her name and sell it a good price.
