" ONLY A FEW MORE BOXES!" I groaned. Aren't movers supposed to put the boxes in the house instead of saying how many their are? " C'MON KID WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY!!!" I wipe the sweat from my forehead and carry the remaining boxes inside. I turn around to " thank " the movers but of course they had already gone.
" Mum yes I've got all the boxes..mum yes I've unpacked some of my stuff...yeah I love you too mum bye.." Just for the record I'm not a Mammas boy my mum just worries..okay?
Now self introductions, I'm 18 years old, recently moved houses, am pretty epic at cooking...oh did I mention the electric blue hair? Yeah.
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" yeah welcome to the building!" Wow there are some really nice people next door. As I'm going through a box I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn to see a girl around my age. She's kinda cute and she knows I've caught her staring. This'll be fun
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A Princess And A Lot Of Piercings
Dla nastolatkówMeet Ana, she is your average girl. Her life is basically perfect, her parents treat her well and she has the most sweetest, good looking boyfriend ever. Then a hurricane named Nathan came into her life. He's pretty much your stereotypical bad boy...
