Hey my sweets! *walks in the room with a big smile*
*you all run towards me yelling, with spatulas in both hands*
"AHHHH!" *I throw my hands up in surrender as you guys start crowding around and trapping me*
*you all yell "what the flip flop you plop! Why did you die for months?!" *
* I yell back in fright trying not to wet myself and do a lil pee pee on the floor*
WAIT GUYS I CAN EXPLAIN
I'm not even kidding nor lying I swear. My laptop was broken.
Basically my family was playing the game charades in the living room near the table where my laptop was. My dad had to act out a samurai so he swung a wooden rod/pole/stick thingy that's was laying on the wall (it's used to pull the attic door so the ladder comes down) and didn't know my laptop was right near him and smashed it across the screen.
DAYUM TALK ABOUT A BITCH SLAP
But seriously, this might sound unbelievable but its the truth so please don't murder me pretty pwease with chocolate fudge on top.
Now you're probably thinking - why didn't you get it fixed?
Well my amazing people, my parents are not so amazing. They claim and say that I spend too much time on the laptop and that I don't do work or help around the house. So no, they didn't want me to get the laptop fixed as they think I will be stuck on it 24/7.
And I have not had a phone for a longgg time now, way before my laptop got bitch slapped by a samurai with a wooden stick.
I WILL TRY TO WRITE TWO CHAPTERS AND PULISH IT SOMETIME TOMORROW OR THE NEXT DAY!
I love you's okay? okay. byeee
YOU ARE READING
Playing Mr. Badboy
Teen FictionRaising my hand I slapped Reece across his extremely sexy face. Hard. Well at least that was what I was attempting to do. A strong hand grasped my wrist midair, preventing me from doing so. Without warning I was slammed back-first against the bath...
