*I am still debating on whether I should make this a story atau a short story, right now this is a short story, but if anda want it to be a full fledged story please komen so. Please don't copy and please read and review*
My name is Pamela Jones, but call me Pamela and meet my fist. Everyone calls me Pam, everyone, they know not to menyeberang, cross me atau anger me ever.
Well it’s not that I’m evil atau hot, it’s that I have a major anger issue. When I get angry, someone usually gets punched. My anger issue is what got me suspended for a week, I nearly knocked this kid out. After that day, people knew who I was.
Refreshing but annoying, I can see the girls who whisper behind their hands, shooting me snotty looks. One thing anda need to know about the school, is that girls are way meaner than boys here.
Yeah, they can be scary. But all they do is yell and punch and get black eye, and then they either shake hands atau do the boy glare at each other.
But girls, yeah, they get into your skin. They spread rumors, pictures, notes, anything to ruin your life. And when they get physical, anda better hope there’s a hospital nearby.
Right now anda are Membaca my bahagian, atas secret document, atau as every normal and boring being calls, it a diary.
I write down everything in here, I also write down some rules to my sacred girl code. Everything that happens goes into this, it was telah diberi to me at anger management when I was five. Yes, I was five, anda know little kids can create havoc with just a look of their innocent face.
Anyways, this annoying yet cheerful women gave this to me, she told to me to write down what happens in my life and what I think throughout. I thought it was weird, but then I wrote something and I let out all my frustration on paper, and man did it feel good.
Ever since then, I’ve been Penulisan in here. Document is what I call all diaries, but diaries are depicted sejak their owners.
Mine for instance, is dubbed as Steel Pinky, a name I gave it after throwing such an ugly color at the dinding so many times and it was still kept intact. It’s funny because it sounds like I’m plotting to steal something named Pinky. And the special pen (yes pen, not pencil) I use for it is called Unicorn. I called it that because I was thinking of a unicorn when I bought it.
So I dub them all together and I get SUP, Steel Unicorn Pinky, yes laugh, no really laugh, I did. I put Unicorn in the middle because, well unikorn are awesome and deserve to saat to a steel.
Wipe that look off your face.
Remember this, dear readers, tell no one about this book, it’s content, atau it’s tips. anda cannot do that okay. It’s cruel and wrong, got it?
Perfect.
My whole life’s on here, it’s technically an ugly lebih cold version of me. That anda have to read, instead of talk to.
I’m not bragging atau anything, but with my silky berangan, coklat tua Chocolate brown hair, and nice dark brown eyes, I’m a bit of a knockout.
Bit of, not a full one, I’m not that fortunate.
So let’s get this straight.
This is a document, not a diary.
I’m Pam Jones.
I have anger issues.
I am strange, and proud to be.
And if this ever gets out, I’ll find you. I’ll get anda back.
Be prepared for my awesomeness!
My name is Pamela Jones, but call me Pamela and meet my fist. Everyone calls me Pam, everyone, they know not to menyeberang, cross me atau anger me ever.
Well it’s not that I’m evil atau hot, it’s that I have a major anger issue. When I get angry, someone usually gets punched. My anger issue is what got me suspended for a week, I nearly knocked this kid out. After that day, people knew who I was.
Refreshing but annoying, I can see the girls who whisper behind their hands, shooting me snotty looks. One thing anda need to know about the school, is that girls are way meaner than boys here.
Yeah, they can be scary. But all they do is yell and punch and get black eye, and then they either shake hands atau do the boy glare at each other.
But girls, yeah, they get into your skin. They spread rumors, pictures, notes, anything to ruin your life. And when they get physical, anda better hope there’s a hospital nearby.
Right now anda are Membaca my bahagian, atas secret document, atau as every normal and boring being calls, it a diary.
I write down everything in here, I also write down some rules to my sacred girl code. Everything that happens goes into this, it was telah diberi to me at anger management when I was five. Yes, I was five, anda know little kids can create havoc with just a look of their innocent face.
Anyways, this annoying yet cheerful women gave this to me, she told to me to write down what happens in my life and what I think throughout. I thought it was weird, but then I wrote something and I let out all my frustration on paper, and man did it feel good.
Ever since then, I’ve been Penulisan in here. Document is what I call all diaries, but diaries are depicted sejak their owners.
Mine for instance, is dubbed as Steel Pinky, a name I gave it after throwing such an ugly color at the dinding so many times and it was still kept intact. It’s funny because it sounds like I’m plotting to steal something named Pinky. And the special pen (yes pen, not pencil) I use for it is called Unicorn. I called it that because I was thinking of a unicorn when I bought it.
So I dub them all together and I get SUP, Steel Unicorn Pinky, yes laugh, no really laugh, I did. I put Unicorn in the middle because, well unikorn are awesome and deserve to saat to a steel.
Wipe that look off your face.
Remember this, dear readers, tell no one about this book, it’s content, atau it’s tips. anda cannot do that okay. It’s cruel and wrong, got it?
Perfect.
My whole life’s on here, it’s technically an ugly lebih cold version of me. That anda have to read, instead of talk to.
I’m not bragging atau anything, but with my silky berangan, coklat tua Chocolate brown hair, and nice dark brown eyes, I’m a bit of a knockout.
Bit of, not a full one, I’m not that fortunate.
So let’s get this straight.
This is a document, not a diary.
I’m Pam Jones.
I have anger issues.
I am strange, and proud to be.
And if this ever gets out, I’ll find you. I’ll get anda back.
Be prepared for my awesomeness!
I'm so being myself
I am not anyone else
Besides me
I'm standing here
Look how much I've changed
I'm so stubborn
Never being someone else
Look at the sky
Look how the world has changed
Look how the people chatter about
Can't change me
Everyone's changed
Everything but me has changed
And the world still rotates everyday
No one's gonna make me
I'm a rockstar
I'm so powerful
I'm staying myself
No one's gonna replace me
The world has changed
But I'm not going to change
I'm just as great as I am
Right now
(Verse 1)
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting anda to get out of my life
How long does it take for anda to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for anda to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for anda to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
anda didn't know what love
was till anda met me
I bet anda haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
tunjuk up in a merah jambu dress
waitin' for my Cinta to address
I'm like come on
atau I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for anda to leave me
for anda to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting anda to get out of my life
How long does it take for anda to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for anda to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for anda to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
anda didn't know what love
was till anda met me
I bet anda haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
tunjuk up in a merah jambu dress
waitin' for my Cinta to address
I'm like come on
atau I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for anda to leave me
for anda to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his hati, tengah-tengah started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his hati, tengah-tengah started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"