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(me-yeow! ) I snicker, leaning against the wall, watching everything unfold.
(Derp. Get your kill on!!)
What would you do if I said Raiders?
Meh. Patriots.
(dumbasses indeed ) I stand to my feet, snickering. "This is something I wanna watch." I walk into the club.
I raise an eyebrow. "Jagger just said the wrong thing..."
woot! America!!!!
Yee, in America some people are like"...the hell is K-pop?!"
"Meh." I sigh and listen in on the conversation
Ah. I don't listen to the K-pop genre. I've listened to dub-step music once.
( fine. THESE are germs )
Who are they?
(cough wheeze sneeze those are germs )
You may proceed to headdesk
Lmao owned by a thirteen year old
How old are you, Maggie? I'm thirteen and even I know Nirvana
(cough, the sequel will be on a new thread. Cough, there will be NO CHATTING allowed in my thread, just comments because this story got majorly...
(cough, in the sequel, Rose is still alive, cough)
YOU NEVER HEARD OF NIRVANA?!?! ... you're a disgrace to the human race!! Listen to their music NAO!! Specifically "Smells Like Teen Spirit" it's...
(who liked my BOTI update? Eh? ) I nudge Elijah, snickering. "Carter just may kill your brother."