There are only five of us, or only five that we know of.
There's Sam, a tall lanky teenager that hasn't quite filled out his bulky shoulders.
There's Amanda, the beautiful, perfect 'girl-next-door' that annoys the crap outta me.
There's Jennifer, a quiet, smart, and nice girl that truly is pretty; it's just that you wouldn't notice it at first glance.
There's Eston, the handsome, smooth athletic guy that has biceps twice the size of godzilla's and the one who ovbiously gets all the girls.
And then there's...
Syrisa, the idiot who got us into this mess, hated upon all, or all that's left, and will definetly not be liked for a while, or forever. But that will be my life now, because i am
Syrisa.
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SOUND INTERSTING? SHOULD I CONTINUE? I DON"T EXACTLY KNOW WHERE ITS GOING BUT TRUST ME, IT WILL GET THERE....
(i got some plans ;)
Thanx 4 reading!!!
