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This Chap dedicated to @Priyanjana18. The first person who commented . Thank you ~ 

'You ! Take that tank top off! Ugh. You're going to ruin it!' I screamed as I launched myself at the suspect's body and started to hit him with my iron fist.

'But Babe!' He whines as he kept on squirming underneath me. 'Get off me, you crazy woman.'

'I said. Take. That. Off, you jerk!' I am getting mad. Seriously, this guy kept on pestering me.

'Alright. Alright. Jeez, yo mad?'

'No, I'm not' I answered sarcastically while rolling my eyes. 'What are you doing here anyway?' I added as I fix myself and sat at the edge of my bed facing him.

'Why? Can't I visit my most favorite person in the world?' He asked as I cringed to his own choice of words.

'The is wrong with you? Can't you talk normally without saying some ?' I nag. Excusee for being a cussing machine. Believe me, I don't usually talk like this but when our talk becomes mushy, especially if it's include the 'L' word, Ghaaad. It makes me angry, all the time. Sweet talking doesn't go well with me. Ew.

Oh right. Hello everyone! I am the only daughter of my parents who fell in lust and spend time ing each other senseless at nights. You know, when the of my Dad goes inside and unite with my Mom's egg cell and that seed grows and shaped, after 9 months of carrying, I came out from my Mom's , BOOM SHAKALAKA. I manage to come out to this world with a little push from my dearest mother. They named me, Sara Park, the product of my parent's hard work.

I am not your typical teenage girl. I have difficult personality. I easily get mad. I easily get jealous. I'm too blunt. Too frank. I easily get bored. And I also easily get annoyed, to the point that I don't know what to do with myself. And sometimes I don't know what I want. 

Mostly my brain consists of Food. Coke. Sleep. Spongebob. Phone. Netfix. Anime. Food. I basically believe that I am in relationship with my BED. I remembered when my best friend pester me during my free time which is full of sleepin. He kept on calling me, at first I manage endure it but eventually the sound will get to you and you don't have any choice but to answer it. Dude, it's annoying. And you have that urge to yell at everybody when you sees them, waking up at the most unexpected will cause grumpiness, I tell you. You can mess with normal people or The drunk ones but not with someone who just woke up. You know what I did when I answered the call? It's simple. I screamed,

' off! I'm having with my bed, you dip!' And ended the call. Weird huh? But that's me.

I don't like it when someone is stepping down on me. Instead of staying quiet, I choose to fight back. I don't have many friends, I'm definitely contented with few and of course my bestest friend. What is the use  of having many friends when all they do is back stab you when you're not around. When they only talk to you because they want something. Or they'll stick by