Amorevolous

Chapter 1

This story was inspired by xThePineappleGirlx . i really really love her works. Check out her stories, you'll love it also. damn peace ciao~

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Its monday. Fucking Monday y'all.

Funny how it seems but i know everyone hates mondays.

I hate mondays.

I hate tuesdays.

I hate wednesdays.

I hate thurdays.

I hate fridays.

I hate saturdays.

I hate sundays.

Well obviously i hate everyday.

Nothing is interesting about my life. That fucking hella womanizer Tanner Pons always ruined my mood. Whenever I see his face, it makes my blood boil to the point that I want to cut his jing-a-ling so that he'll stop shoving it with every hot meat, I mean girl in school.

Why cut it when you can kill Tanner himself?

I hate him.

He's so conceited.

I really fucking most fuckener hate him.

Even tho he's an asshole, he is still hella hot. I mean those muscular muscles that just makes you go drooling. That six pack abs that temps you to touch it. And those fucking plump lips that are so kissable...

Daaaamn

What am I thinking?

Don't fall for his charms. He's still a womanizer.

A high pitched scream got me out of my thoughts. I clumsily ran out of my room and down to the kitchen and found my mom singing Whitney Houston's I Have Nothing.

"Wtf mom?! I thought you've been kidnapped or something." I told while hissing like a snake.

I really want to straddle my mom and riff of her throat but i wont do that. Im a good daughter. And good daughters should act like a princess.

But

Wtf

I actually cringe at that.

"Oh im sorry honey. I was practicing. I was anticipating if maybe i could join in one of the competition in live shows and win something or just share my talent."

"Seriously mom you wont win any."

"Thats rude honey."

"I was just joking mom. I heard that there's an event that going to happen. I think its a singing contest."

"Are you serious? Come with me honey i'll register now and practice the song that i will present after we arrive home. Where would it be held?"

I held back my laugh. She's really serious about this.

"In the bathroom."

With that I hurriedly run up to my room cause I know she'll bombared me with shits.

I looked up the wall clock.

Oh shit.

20 minutes 'till school starts.

I emtered my bathroom not minding to take a towel on the way.

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Author's Note:
Please leave a comment. I badly need your feedbacks :(( i know its a really lame story. Hehe
-xxbbong