Hi yall! I decided to make a sbg oneshot book, there aren't enough to full me, so lets start with the description.
Anyway, this story is going to be based around a bunch of oneshots regarding the main six of the Webtoon Series: "School Bus Graveyard...
Hi ya'll! Meme of the day! Also Taylor and Tyler are eight years old here!! LOve you mooties!! <3333
ITS CRUEL LIKE MY SOUL!! tell me if u can't read it...
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No warning today, wholesomeness only
{ Taylor's POV . + '* }
11/11/20XX
Dear Diary,
Ever since dad went to the hospital, mom and tyler are not been the same. Its been a long time since I saw dad. I asked Ty why dad still didn't come , he said that dad was busy. But no one can be busy for 5 months.
Mom has been locked in her bedroom for ages. I miss her. I sleep in Ty's room now, we sleep together and he sometimes plays with me doll house before we sleep.
I love Tylar! He is so nice and a good big bruda! I hope I spelt that okay! Spelling is hard!
Today I played with a girl called Alyssa in school! She is so nice! Her eyes are so pretty too! One is blue, the odda is green. Some people say bad thing to her becase her eyes and that she wear glasses. I told Tyler he said that these peeple were bad.
I think they are bad too. Also today my teacher told me a math quastion. It was 10 plus 10 I said 20 and she said good job to me!! YAY!
12/11/20XX
Dear Diary,
Today mom made us spageti. Tyler told me that he was gonna join the basebal team in scool!! I am sooo soo soooooo oo oooo oo o ooooooo o ooooo ooo ooooo oooo oo ooooooo oooooo oo ooo oooo oooo o ooo ooooo ooo ooooo ooo ooo oo ooooo ooooooooooooo oooooooo o ooooo ooooooooo oo oo ooo oooooo oooo oooooo oooo oooooooo ooooo ooooo ooooo oo oo oooooo oooo ooo oooo ooooooo ooooo ooooo oooo oo happy for Tyler!!
When I ask mom today where dad was, she cried. why did she cry? Isnt dad busy? Its not like he is not here. No he's just in work, just like bruda told me. Bruda wanted to rite something in my diary, this is him ---->
'THIS IS TYLER, TAYLOR SPELL WORDS CORRECTLY, SEE I CAN SPELL!!!!LIKE THIS ___= SJMu ubybb'
*its supposed to be a scribble*
OMG now he scribbled in my book! I am mad at bruda! I am sooo o o o o o o o o oooooooooooo o o o o o o oooooooooo oo o o o o o o o oo o o oooooo oo o o o o o oooooo oo o o o o ooo oo oo oo oo o o oo ooooooooo o oo o o o oo mad at bruda!
13/11/20XX
Dear Diary,
I am so happy, today mom and ty and me are having a movie night with popcorn, chips, and what else? Guess? Guess!
Candy!!! 🍡🍧
🍨🍦🥠
🧁🍰🎂🍪
🥧🧁 🍫 🍬
🍭
🍮
🧋
Does diary like it? The drawing? I know I said I won't drawing the diary but it's so hard no to...
I have to go now, buye!!!!
---------> .° ☆ PRESENT DAY, 3RD PERSON
"Mom! Ty!" The little girl said as she jumped in her mom's arms. The woman smiled slightly carrying the little girl to the couch.
"Are you done with writing in your dairy?" The mother asked. The girl nodded, smiling.
"Where's dad?" The girl asked. The mother looked away and sat down, not answering her daughter's question.
"Tyler!" The girl said. Her brother had come with the popcorn he promised to prepare.
"Tay!" Tyler, the little boy said, handing his sister the bowl of popcorn. She placed it on the table.
"Ty! You almost forgot the candy! And fruit!" Tay said. She ran to the kitchen.
There she grabbed some oranges from the fridge. She got a plate and placed the orages on it. Then she got a knife and placed it on. After that she grabbed a stool and stood on it, opening the cabinet with the candy.
She grabbed it and fell off the stool.
"Ow..!" She cried. She stood up, and grabbed a band-aid putting it on her wound.
"All better!" She smiled.
She went to the living room, where Tyler had opened a bag of chips and eating it.
She sat in the middle and peeled the orange. Some say that peeling orange is like sharing love so Taylor decided to share her love to Tyler and her mom, and dad.
She divided the orange into 3 and gave one to her mom and one to Tyler. The third piece of orange, she left on a plate, the one her dad always ate in.
She hoped that her dad would come home and eat the piece of orange.... but he never came.
Ok maybe this is angst? Maybe it is comfort? Maybe it's wholesome? Anyhow, this is the finished result! Please Do not forget to vote and comment.
