Something random I cooked out of thin air. Well not really, but the reason’s too EMBARASSING TO SAY OUT LOUD. >.<
Actually, no, but it’s something which I can’t tell right now, and I’ve heard saying it like this (see above) makes you gain support among readers.
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I’ll bet every other family is not like mine.
I won’t blame it on bad luck — hell freeze over before I do that — but to be honest I’d choose friends over family.
Anytime.
Friends are way better. They don’t ask questions. They don’t act like a lecturer. They don’t have that ‘Oh! I am waaayy better in making decisions than you and you know it so you better do what I say’ attitude.
Even dogs are smarter. At least they can tell the weather. And they don’t ask questions.
Friends too, they joke around, make you feel comfortable, and talk about anything under the sun.
Bring up something different and you are met with interest instead of disgust.
Did I mention already? Friends make you comfortable.
(Jarlson sprite appears)
“Speak of the devil.”
I muttered under my breath.
A quick turn of my head away, and my legs manuvered to a different route to the canteen.
There are all kinds of friends.
Good friends, bad friends.
This guy is the random kind.
“Yo!”
Shiver.
Down. My. Spine.
“Ahh, perhaps I am just tooo perfect. Even guys are charmed rooted when they hear my voice. Then they turn speechless when they see my handsome face.”
Oh how I envy Raymond, who has one eye less to see him with. 1 color less too.
“You were plotting to assasinate me, I know you were.”
That… snake had slithered behind and sibilant words poured into my ear.
“I pity you, to stoop down to such means–”
Rooted to the ground I was, and rooted to the ground I remain.
S”Get lost.”
“What hurtful words! I wouldn’t believe my dear buddy would say that!”
No, I had been plotting to assassinate you, to be almost honest.
That was a lie. But I won’t regret if it was the truth though. No I won’t.
S”Shoo. Go away.”
“Bye then.”
But he continued walking beside.
“Hey Saion, did you know about how Humpt–.”
“Shut up.”
Nice one, Frin.
“I am terr–.”
“Shut Up.”
Frin, who just turned out from the corridor leading to the washrooms, interrupted him.
“Oh! Ho–.”
“shut up.”
A monotone cut-in. Raymond cheerfully chuckled, as did I.
“By–.”
“shut up.”
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so there you go.
