WalkingInTheSky
I, M, have been lucky enough to be spared of the problems girls in romantic novels have.
That is, until one boy after the other stumbles into my life causing it to turn upside down. 1st boy, 2nd boy, 3rd boy... I think I don't need to carry on...
From one day to another I am forced entwine my life with that of a stranger. A male stranger.
As though that is not enough: I don't meet twins and neither triplets. I meet quadruplets.
This is the story of my disastrous hilarious life that is suddenly overflowing with boys. I ask you:
Is it okay to be going insane?