School started again poo. Sorry in advance for my possible extreme inactiveness. By the way, BoO is coming out soon I don't think I can handle this. Sorry it's short btw. I promise the next one will be longer ;)
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"Nora, what do you plan on doing for your birthday? Because that sorta affects the present I plan on giving you." My parents say I have finally come out of my hole, which, I have to say, is not all true. I only leave the house for sports and Becca.
"What?"
"I said, do you want a hot model or fifty donuts for your birthday?"
"I want seven cats and three dogs."
"How does one even find enough names for that?"
"Easy," I grunt, "I already have names for the dogs: Snap, Crackle, and Pop. Rice Krispies are so underestimated, man." Becca rolls her eyes.
"And what about the cats?"
"Eh, I'll have to think about that one for a while. Perhaps more ceareals. Cinnamon, Toast."
"What, and one of them will have the honor of being called Crunch?"
"Dunno."
"You should name one Becca, after me."
"But, Becca, no one likes you. I don't want a cat thinking it was named what it was because it was my least favorite!"
"Ouch. Touche. Oh hey, any word from Eggs?"
"Oh. Yeah. A little. He says he's coming back in time for school."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh," Becca jumped up and down in her seat.
"Shush, I want to know who's getting kicked off of Dancing With The Stars next, gee Becca, do you have any chill?'
"Sorry. Do you think he'll be back in time for your birthday?"
"Why does that even matter?"
"I dunno, maybe so you can jump into his arms?" Becca said with a smirk. I whacked her arm.
"Oww, what was that for?"
I shook my head.
"And you say I'm hopeless."
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The Summer of My Life
Teen FictionFourteen-year-old Nora Anderson is finally out of the hellhole that is school. When the new neighbors first move in, it wasn't much of a deal to her. That is, until she meets them. A classic story with a modern twist.
