Parental Love, Brother's Birthday and School (SKOOLZ)

Yes, I know everyone does love their parents. I do too. But sometimes they can just be a pain in the ass (JUST SAYING). But not my dad. I love him to bits, mostly because he allows me to most of the things that my mum won't let me do (like jump off the building, jokes). But he just let me purchase something... SECRET, but after the math test, which I'm okay with. I bet if I asked my mum to buy some scary zombie game she would freak out, do some crazy dance and ban me from it, wait... I just gave it away, nevermind! I'm not saying I don't like her, but seriously, she's the only one who actually nags at me the most. OH SHE'S GOING TO KARAOKE NEXT WEEK OH MY GOD SHE'S GOING TO SING. SMD, LOL, JOKES!

Anyways, I just went to my grandmother's house to celebrate (a proper family one with my relatives) my brothers birthday. So we had this "Devil's Cake" thing with chocolate and stuff (SHENANIGANS), and it was deeeelicious! He had one candle on his cake (He's one year old, we all know) and we sang him a song. Of course my mother and relatives sang him the regular "Happy Birthday" song, but I gave him something special: "TROLOLOLOLOLOL" I still don't know what he wants for his birthday. At least I suggested to my mum to buy him an  iPod Nano, so I think she's getting him one. Happy Birthday brother! Although you can sometimes be a butthole too :3

So school's been tough. For some reason I keep thinking its still the exams, just because my mind keeps repeating the words to me: THIS YEAR IS SUCH A FREAKING IMPORTANT YEAR YOU BETTER STUDY HARD YOU LITTLE SHIT. Yep. So I can't actually enjoy myself or have a little chat without my stupid mind saying that to me. Basically when I talk to someone it ends up like....

Friend: Hello!

Me: Whats up? :3 (Mind: DON'T TALK TO HIM, GO DO YOUR DIRTY SHIT LIKE YOUR HOMEWORK)

Friend: Do you like cookies?

Me: Yup! (Mind: OH NO YOU DI-IN'T! YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING UNTIL YOU FINISH STUDYING)

Friend: I can get some for you! :)

Me: Gee, thanks bro! (Mind: SHUT THE **** UP AND GO DO YOUR WORK THIS GUYS NOT WORTH TALKING TO.)

Oh and this year I'm a bit more lonelier than last year, considering the fact that I don't have as many friends as I do last year. Unless you count during recess and lunch hanging out with people from other classes. I hate this year. So very much. I really hope I can survive this year without cracking up. Good luck to me then.

And yes my parents are calling me to go to sleep. I'm not even tired. So I'll just lay in bed thinking about more parts of "Fragile Futures" then! TOMORROW I HAVE SKOOLZ! :(

Anyways if anyone wants to find out Chapter 2 of the story that I'm working on, its not finished by the way. (BY MYSELF CAUSE I'M BEING ORIGINAL. Unlike Chloe and Sarah, sharing ideas, not saying thats wrong, LOL. Doink. :3)

Chapter 2

~After Class~

Toby stepped out of the stuffy classroom, allowing a wave of fresh air to blow against his face.

It was recess again, the time where all the students are allowed to go outside and enjoy themselves for the small period of time they are given. But Toby didn't exactly enjoy recess though, it was the time where the bullies decide to pick on him the most. He strolled into the canteen. A sweet aroma filled his nostrils, a strong mixture of chocolate, caramel, cinnamon and mint, making his mouth water for just a small nibble of the delicious candy displayed on the glass stands.

Toby emtied his pockets, but nothing valuable came out except for a stick of strawberry gum and a plastic paperclip. The gang have took almost everything precious that Toby had. Well, not all of them. Toby popped the stick of gum into his mouth and chewed. He enjoyed the sweet sensation in his mouth, it wasn't everyday that he got to taste something as good as that.

"Oh look who do we have here?" sneered Melvin as he paced towards Toby.

"Not again...." Toby sighed.

"Eating gum, I see?"

"What do you want?" Toby glared at Melvin as he readied his fist to defend himself, though he secretly knew that he wouldn't be able to fight off the whole gang.

"I suppose you still have some money you're hiding from us, since you were able to afford the gum." Mevin smirked.

"I do not! It was in my pocket the whole time!"

"You don't want to repeat what happened last time, do you?" a muscular boy from the gang, Jason, growled.

"No.... no.... certainly not." Toby replied flatly. He tried not to swallow the gum, but its hard to control when you're frightened.

"Then pass the money, you fool."

"I don't have any! I swear!"

Melvin grabbed Toby by the collar and held him up until Toby's feet were off the ground.

"You want to do this the hard way? Sure."

Melvin ordered Jason to pin Toby to a wall and went inside the classrooms for a breif moment, coming back with Toby's mobile phone. The sight of his phone in the hands of Melvin turned Toby's face red. His phone had been a gift from his grandfather, and he had no plans on losing it.... or getting it broken. Toby hopelessly squirmed around in Jason's firm arms, trying to pry his fingers free so he could run out and snatch the phone back from Melvin. 

I'M STILL CONTINUING!

K bye!