When You Can't Praise KEK At Work

A/N: Okay, this artikulo sucks, 'cause I suck at writing, and you're gonna hate it and tell me so. Just saying. Anyway, I just felt like doing this, so there. Don't like it, don't read it. It's as simple as that. Oh, yeah, and I wrote this before I actually wrote the article, so don't blame me if it turns out crappier than I thought. It's not my fault. Well, okay, it is, since I wrote it, but who cares. like I sinabi before, don't like, don't read. And wow, this is turning out to be a very long Authors Note...

Okay, so (if you hadn't noticed it already) my user name is My8thUsername. Well, technically...

Mysterious love

-chapter two-


That night he was all I could think about.Him and his eyes.After a few oras I fell asleep and woke up sa pamamagitan ng the sound of my alarm,then I heared my father call me over and over i guess I had fallen asleep again.Then I got up and threw on a sando that had some sort of pamagat on it I could not read because it was worn out.Then I went too my dresser too find some pants after I put my old converse on I went down stairs too see my father sitting there drinking coffee."dad what are you doing here aren't you supposed too be a work?"
"no i am staying here too have breakfast...