“You didn’t have to drag me away from Camden anda know I could have gone myself” Paris yelled.
“Yea anda embarrassed me in front of Diggy” Serena shot back.
“You’d probably manage to do that sejak yourselves just fine” Prince scoffed.
“Just shut up and drive” Paris shot back.
“Using song lyrics to express your opinion again, Paris?”
She was turning as shade of red as she kicked the back of the black leather seats.
“Eh, grandma won’t be happy if there’s a heel print on the back of the seat.”
“So I could blame it on Dashiell” Paris berkata angrily.
“Well grandma knows Dashiell and she knows she wouldn’t wear heels unless her life depended on it.”
“Well her life’s going to depend on it in three saat if anda don’t shut up” Paris screamed at Prince.
“Yep I’m scared” I laughed.
Paris glared at me and berkata “I could take you.”
“Yep anda could, NOT.”
“Just cause…” Paris started.
“I took Karate with anda and Prince used me as practice partner in wrestling, I picked up a few moves but I hope this stupid argument doesn’t result to a fight in which I’d beat you.”
She groaned in the back muttering things beneath her breath.
We pulled into the drive way and hustled out arguing still.
I yawned and plopped down on the sofa, kerusi panjang and started flicking through the channels letting it stay on That 70’s Show.
“Paris stop groaning and go make some popcorn” Prince yelled to her.
“I’m not going to do anything for you.”
“Will anda two shut up I’m trying to watch Fez” I yelled at them.
Prince rolled his eyes and leaned back in a plush recliner.
I got up and went up to Paris’s room and grabbed her copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and began to read it on the couch. I quickly read through chapter eight and I heard Prince groan.
“What?”
“Why do anda read so fast?”
“Cause it’s easy.”
“Is not.”
“Yes it is.”
“You probably don’t remember half of what anda read.”
“Do too I berkata giving him a full detailed summary of the chapter.”
“Okay, okay I get it” he berkata half way through.
I smiled, that had sure shut him up.
Prince scratched his head in boredom as I read on, some part of me made me feel sorry for Tom Riddle the same way I felt sorry for Prince. Losing both parents one not wanting him and the other dying, beautiful isn’t it?
“I got up and walked over to the computer and went onto YouTube.
I laughed aloud at a boy on YouTube named Bertie Gilbert; he was cute and happened to play Malfoy’s son in the new Harry Potter movie.
On a video called new update he announced “I shall be moving to California, to further my Berlakon career as my mum puts it, and shall be attending a very prestigious private school.
So he’d be in California cool maybe I’d meet him odds were not likely no matter how many famous people I knew.
Paris looked over my shoulder and berkata “ah he’s cute, and he’s moving to California maybe we’ll meet him, maybe I’ll tarikh him.”
“Shut up, Paris, you’ve got Camden.”
“So that boys cuter.”
“He may be but still anda can’t just change your mind.”
“Whatever” she berkata and walked off.
“Besides it’s not like we’ll meet him anyway.”
“Yea anda embarrassed me in front of Diggy” Serena shot back.
“You’d probably manage to do that sejak yourselves just fine” Prince scoffed.
“Just shut up and drive” Paris shot back.
“Using song lyrics to express your opinion again, Paris?”
She was turning as shade of red as she kicked the back of the black leather seats.
“Eh, grandma won’t be happy if there’s a heel print on the back of the seat.”
“So I could blame it on Dashiell” Paris berkata angrily.
“Well grandma knows Dashiell and she knows she wouldn’t wear heels unless her life depended on it.”
“Well her life’s going to depend on it in three saat if anda don’t shut up” Paris screamed at Prince.
“Yep I’m scared” I laughed.
Paris glared at me and berkata “I could take you.”
“Yep anda could, NOT.”
“Just cause…” Paris started.
“I took Karate with anda and Prince used me as practice partner in wrestling, I picked up a few moves but I hope this stupid argument doesn’t result to a fight in which I’d beat you.”
She groaned in the back muttering things beneath her breath.
We pulled into the drive way and hustled out arguing still.
I yawned and plopped down on the sofa, kerusi panjang and started flicking through the channels letting it stay on That 70’s Show.
“Paris stop groaning and go make some popcorn” Prince yelled to her.
“I’m not going to do anything for you.”
“Will anda two shut up I’m trying to watch Fez” I yelled at them.
Prince rolled his eyes and leaned back in a plush recliner.
I got up and went up to Paris’s room and grabbed her copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and began to read it on the couch. I quickly read through chapter eight and I heard Prince groan.
“What?”
“Why do anda read so fast?”
“Cause it’s easy.”
“Is not.”
“Yes it is.”
“You probably don’t remember half of what anda read.”
“Do too I berkata giving him a full detailed summary of the chapter.”
“Okay, okay I get it” he berkata half way through.
I smiled, that had sure shut him up.
Prince scratched his head in boredom as I read on, some part of me made me feel sorry for Tom Riddle the same way I felt sorry for Prince. Losing both parents one not wanting him and the other dying, beautiful isn’t it?
“I got up and walked over to the computer and went onto YouTube.
I laughed aloud at a boy on YouTube named Bertie Gilbert; he was cute and happened to play Malfoy’s son in the new Harry Potter movie.
On a video called new update he announced “I shall be moving to California, to further my Berlakon career as my mum puts it, and shall be attending a very prestigious private school.
So he’d be in California cool maybe I’d meet him odds were not likely no matter how many famous people I knew.
Paris looked over my shoulder and berkata “ah he’s cute, and he’s moving to California maybe we’ll meet him, maybe I’ll tarikh him.”
“Shut up, Paris, you’ve got Camden.”
“So that boys cuter.”
“He may be but still anda can’t just change your mind.”
“Whatever” she berkata and walked off.
“Besides it’s not like we’ll meet him anyway.”
The seterusnya part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes lebih sense. It took a long time even though I didn't leave town because I had a stupid softball game. But, I have spent a huge amount of time puking at the sight of Jaafar's face. So, the story is going to change and probably end in about a week atau two. It really just depends pn how weak my stomach is. Every time I type his name I get sick to my stomach. It's not that I don't like him anymore, it's just that his face nauseates me. So Penulisan this story would be bad for my health. But I've decided to write another one to replace this one. The other one will be better becasue honestly The Voice I Hear Inside My Head was a pile of hot steaming gajah sh*t:p So I am so looking ke hadapan to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)
