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this... this picture is just beautiful....HOLD UP- HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS 193 READS?!???!?? I know it doesn't seem like much compared to other stories but honestly, I wasn't expecting any one to read this story (because it's shit) so naturally after reading that inspiration struck- and well here you go! Oh and before I forget from now on everybody speaks English. I'm not fluent in Spanish and google translate being a bitch. Thanks!
Keith and Lance were sitting on lance's bed, Lance on his phone and Keith looking at lance's room. The walls were a navy blue with random posters plastered everywhere. There was dark wood table, dresser, and desk up against the wall on various sides of the room. The bed was up against the wall in a corner, fixed with a ocean blue comforter, and a ton of sandy-colored pillows. Next to his bed there was a silver rimmed dream catcher nailed to the wall, the strings woven beautifully with beads and miniature starfish scattered across the surface. The the bottom corner, there were all kinds of shells and starfish affixed to the rim, complete with iridescent ribbons hanging Down. (I saw this picture a little while ago and as I was writing this it popped into my brain... I included the picture because I suck at describing things and thought it was so pretty it deserved to be shown)
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Lance noticed Keith examining the beautiful object and spoke up "My Grandma gave that to me before she died, she said that the shells and starfish on it were from my hometown in Cuba, and as long as I had it, I always had a piece of home with me" "Your from Cuba?" "Yeah, but we moved here when I was only 3 or 4 so I don't remember too much about it, just little bits... where are you from?" "I was born in a small town in Korea, but when my parents died, I had no one there, so got shipped here and have been moving all over the place ever since, although I guess I do get to sightsee a lot- I've been to all 50 states at least twice each" " That's pretty awesome Ke-" Lance was cut off by some unholy screeching "Lance, what's happening? I think someone might be in trouble!" Keith exclaimed in genuine concern "Nope, thats just Rachel" "Is she dying?" "No, she's probably just throwing a tantrum over something stupid" with that lance hops off the bed and gestures for Keith to follow him out. Keith, interested to see what this child looks like and what could be so bad that shes screeching like a demonic banshee follows quickly. By the time the teens made it down the stairs and into the kitchen, Rachel's bloody murder screaming had died down, much to everyone's relief. She wasn't at all what Keith was expecting, as she had the same tan skin as lance, dark blue eyes, and long brown hair tied into tiny little pigtails on each side of her head. She was covered in freckles and had one of those cute, cubby baby faces. As soon as she noticed the boys enter, she looked at them and smiled, her previous distress seemingly forgotten. She giggled slightly, then turned around and crawled back to a pile of toys she had been playing with. Seemingly right on cue, a boy that looked extremely similar to lance walked into the room, and Keith could only assume it was either Marco, or Luis. Not seeming to notice his brother enter, Lance turns to his mother, "What was Rachel's tantrum about this time?" He asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice "She snatched a candy from the counter, and I wouldn't let her eat it" "That's all?! Keith was seriously concerned someone was being tortured down here, and it was all over a measly piece of candy?" " I mean she is just a child afte-" Lances mother was cut off by the boy in the doorway pointing to Keith and asking the group "Who is this?" "Marco, this is Keith, one of my friends. He's doesn't have anywhere to go, so he's going to stay with us for a while" lance replies, before gesturing to each as he introduces them to each other "Keith this is Marco, Marco, Keith" he stops, as if thinking then exclaims " Now! Keith if you would follow me, I believe you backpack is sill by my dresser, so we should go unpack your stuff, cuz by the looks of it your going to be here for a while" Then lance calmly walks out the door and Keith follows suit, climbing up the steps to lances room.
Alrighty then! What did you guys think of Rachel and her crazy screaming? Don't forget to tell me what you think in the comments, I'm always open to ideas! Also thank you again for all the people reading this book, it doesn't seem like much to most people, but it means a lot to me! I'm going to stop writing this now, as it is 3:48 In the morning, and I got stuff to do tomorrow... oh god I'm going to be dying all day... anyways, catch y'all later!
