"AYE YO! LEMME GET SOME MAYO, DON'T HOLD THE LETTUCE, I WANT FLAT BREAD, NO TOMATOES~!" I sang to the subway employee. "我が神よ <1>!" Gnocchi hissed in Japanese. "Suburbia." Dawn, Gnocchi's girlfriend, chuckled out, for ikissing Gnocchi's cheek tenderly. "Author reely?!"
"Hey I gotta be descriptive or else they'll hate the story, stop being a hypocrite."
"Fuck you! I'm hypocrite because of you!"
"You's my bitch, I created you! You's. My. Bitch. And like a bitch you will obey your masters command."
". . . . . . Okay, okay, okay dayum."
"Um. Ma'am your food is ready." A female employee, said handing Cherokee her as she paid for it.
[Music: Wedgie in my bootie| Sounds: People talking, cars, & honking ((hOnK))]
"Jiggle jiggle pop!"
"Pop my hips, let 'em rock. Okay!
Swing left, swing right!
My weave feelin' tight!"
"Hu Ya! Hit 'em with that boom!
Dynamite! Hu Ya! Hit 'em with that boom!
Dynamite! Hu Ya!"
"Jiggle jiggle pop!
Pop my hips let it rock."
"Okay! Swing left; swing right; my weave feelin' tight!"
"Hu Ya! Hit 'em with that boom! Dynamite."
"Wedgie in my bootie feelin' tight."
"Are you Sirius! We're in public!" Gnocchi hissed at the 2 girls, who were laughing their asses off. "But it's fun~!" Dawn drawled, "But really, what type of powers do you want?" Dawn asked, eyeing the caramel girl. "Magic." Glitter than appeared out of nowhere. "What the fuck my dude, I just got my hairline perfected."
"Oh my lord, his hairline is so fucking fleek." Cheri muttered quickly. "Sorry fam, but thugs don't give a fuck!" With that she pushed the boy into a convenient puddle, then walked over him.
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Lunneith sighed, at the vision of Cherokee. "You. . You will be the hostess of my powers." Soon the environments stars slowly disappeared and went into a small white ball, the woman's deep reddish-magenta hair transitioned from magenta to white in a matter of hours, wrinkles replacing her once smooth light mocha skin, the goddess placed her youth into the white ball, and the once glittery background was completely pitch black except for the white ball and the dim white hair, and glittery fuchsia eyes.
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Lost on the Moon
FantasyHi I'm Cherokee Caramel Kenya I'm 5'3", a caramel-milk chocolate mix, and this is a book about my life, which is pretty random or crack-ish as the author says, but hey this is my story.
