I wrote an artikel on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the artikel for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began Penulisan with my tajuk being 'It's about time!' and started telling the opinion filled story of my bad boy's story. I wrote about the way I felt and how it affected me , I had to lie. This what I wrote:
When I herd from a friend that this heinous criminal had turned himself in , I shouted hallelujah! Thank God he turned himself in. anda rarely hear criminals turning themselves in. He probably...

(I'm so sorry to continue my strory now, so late, I was really busy... I just hope anda like it =D)


The seterusnya morning, I woke up, I was alone on the bed. I wore just a baju of Michael, I smelled it thinking about all the last night, how we made sweet Cinta together. So I jump off the katil and I smelled the eggs. I went to bathroom, I blink my eyes just a seconde and Michael was just behind me and hugged me
"Good morning babe" he said
"Good morning, my angel!" I said
and we kissed
"the breakfast is ready" he added
We looked us with a big smile, we understand us. At the same time, we walked in the shower....