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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Creatures & Monsters
- Published: 07/30/2015
PRE-CHAPTER
A baby was found that windy night in front of the door of the Sixth Orphanage. Even if it was the darkest time of the day, you could see that the wrinkled face of the woman, the owner of the orphanage, miss Heartburn, was not very pleased and happy with that. She was just preparing to have a nice, peaceful evening with tea and her favorite radio program about fashion, when the bell rang so hard that she tipped her cup all over her modern fancy dress from Paris that she wears every Sunday evening. Above all, when she stuck out her curious nose of a size and shape of pigs snout, the wind blew away her pink curlers, and if she wouldn't put a hat on her head, she could also lose the wig.
"What have we got here, for heaven's sake ? Another cute, purple ba ... Ahhhhh !!"
Yes, it was a baby, but not cute and purple.
That night miss Heartburn spoiled her vocal cords. That's a shame, 'cause she had a lot of singing lessons planned every Friday evening.
And if you haven't got any wadding for your ears, you should be happy that she lost her voice.
Chapter 1
June, 28th : #beachseason#summer#fun#surfing#Australia#
THIS was supposed to be written on the wall of my web social life.
It was last year and three years earlier.
But no, not this year.
I am doomed.
Sorry, i have not introduced myself. My name is T.J.,but my friends simply call me Legend, so feel free to choose.
I am as normal teenager as teenager can be. I rock'n'roll at concerts, lift weights ( rawrrr you may say ), play guitar in my garage band Elite (mostly solo), eat junk food, hang out with friends all night and get home »dizzy », worry about college application... ok no, i made last one out. I have no idea what will i do for the rest of my life, i am only seventeen.
Besides, i don't have to worry, our family has very high social standing, I could get a job anywhere if I wanted. So far 'till now, i want it as much as vegetables on my plate or listening to my mom singing opera.
Oh, i forgot the best one; i HATE my parents.
Rawrr !(Tash)
PRE-CHAPTER
A baby was found that windy night in front of the door of the Sixth Orphanage. Even if it was the darkest time of the day, you could see that the wrinkled face of the woman, the owner of the orphanage, miss Heartburn, was not very pleased and happy with that. She was just preparing to have a nice, peaceful evening with tea and her favorite radio program about fashion, when the bell rang so hard that she tipped her cup all over her modern fancy dress from Paris that she wears every Sunday evening. Above all, when she stuck out her curious nose of a size and shape of pigs snout, the wind blew away her pink curlers, and if she wouldn't put a hat on her head, she could also lose the wig.
"What have we got here, for heaven's sake ? Another cute, purple ba ... Ahhhhh !!"
Yes, it was a baby, but not cute and purple.
That night miss Heartburn spoiled her vocal cords. That's a shame, 'cause she had a lot of singing lessons planned every Friday evening.
And if you haven't got any wadding for your ears, you should be happy that she lost her voice.
Chapter 1
June, 28th : #beachseason#summer#fun#surfing#Australia#
THIS was supposed to be written on the wall of my web social life.
It was last year and three years earlier.
But no, not this year.
I am doomed.
Sorry, i have not introduced myself. My name is T.J.,but my friends simply call me Legend, so feel free to choose.
I am as normal teenager as teenager can be. I rock'n'roll at concerts, lift weights ( rawrrr you may say ), play guitar in my garage band Elite (mostly solo), eat junk food, hang out with friends all night and get home »dizzy », worry about college application... ok no, i made last one out. I have no idea what will i do for the rest of my life, i am only seventeen.
Besides, i don't have to worry, our family has very high social standing, I could get a job anywhere if I wanted. So far 'till now, i want it as much as vegetables on my plate or listening to my mom singing opera.
Oh, i forgot the best one; i HATE my parents.
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