Quick side note before we get to this chapter:
If you see this: [Frerard]
That means the person said the actual swear word, though I'm attempting to make these books little-emo-kid-friendly.
Y'all emo nine-year-olds are welcome.
WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE.
It's depressing how such a small number of new emo's actually know that song...
BACK TO THE CHAPTER:
Last Wednesday:
Me: It's Denis, Elliott and Dallon's birthday.
Friend's friend who I wholeheartedly hate (AKA Bisch): *In the most sarcastic and bischy voice possible* Oh wow, that's amazing!
Me: *In the most dead-serious voice possible* [Frerard] off, I don't need your [bullshizzle]. *Goes in to punch her but she backs away.*
My friend: *Laughs* OOOOH!
Bisch: *Leaves angrily.*
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GUYSSS!
GUYSSS!
GUYSSS!
GUYSSS!
GUESS WHAT, GUYSSS!
Hey guysss. All this author's note is about goes as follows:
"Don't take bullshizzle from anybody." -Me. (Sara Bjelanović.)
Just keep that in mind.
Okay, I'm leaving.
For now.
Until tomorrow.
Abracadabra.
This is how I disappear.
YOU ARE READING
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