“You didn’t have to drag me away from Camden wewe know I could have gone myself” Paris yelled.
“Yea wewe embarrassed me in front of Diggy” Serena shot back.
“You’d probably manage to do that kwa 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 alisema 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 sekunde if wewe don’t shut up” Paris screamed at Prince.
“Yep I’m scared” I laughed.
Paris glared at me and alisema “I could take you.”
“Yep wewe could, NOT.”
“Just cause…” Paris started.
“I took Karate with wewe 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 kitanda 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 wewe 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 wewe read so fast?”
“Cause it’s easy.”
“Is not.”
“Yes it is.”
“You probably don’t remember half of what wewe read.”
“Do too I alisema giving him a full detailed summary of the chapter.”
“Okay, okay I get it” he alisema 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 uigizaji 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 alisema “ah he’s cute, and he’s moving to California maybe we’ll meet him, maybe I’ll tarehe him.”
“Shut up, Paris, you’ve got Camden.”
“So that boys cuter.”
“He may be but still wewe can’t just change your mind.”
“Whatever” she alisema and walked off.
“Besides it’s not like we’ll meet him anyway.”
“Yea wewe embarrassed me in front of Diggy” Serena shot back.
“You’d probably manage to do that kwa 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 alisema 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 sekunde if wewe don’t shut up” Paris screamed at Prince.
“Yep I’m scared” I laughed.
Paris glared at me and alisema “I could take you.”
“Yep wewe could, NOT.”
“Just cause…” Paris started.
“I took Karate with wewe 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 kitanda 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 wewe 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 wewe read so fast?”
“Cause it’s easy.”
“Is not.”
“Yes it is.”
“You probably don’t remember half of what wewe read.”
“Do too I alisema giving him a full detailed summary of the chapter.”
“Okay, okay I get it” he alisema 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 uigizaji 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 alisema “ah he’s cute, and he’s moving to California maybe we’ll meet him, maybe I’ll tarehe him.”
“Shut up, Paris, you’ve got Camden.”
“So that boys cuter.”
“He may be but still wewe can’t just change your mind.”
“Whatever” she alisema and walked off.
“Besides it’s not like we’ll meet him anyway.”
The inayofuata part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes zaidi 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 au 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 uandishi 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 tembo sh*t:p So I am so looking mbele to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)
