Chapter 0- THE FORRRBBIIIDDEEEENNNN CHHAPPPTTTERRRRR
I'd just like to say, i've had it up to here with pretty much everything. Life if you will. And instead of failing...i mean drawing what's on my mind, i've decided to write, because my drawing of a real heart...looks like an old apple, that no body wanted the first time round...and no ones gonna want the second, third or fourth time round. OMC, what would happen if you put fruit in the microwave....heh..heh...but yeh, forget everything you knew about the story before and READ.
Everyone was sat in a poorly lit room, with a cup of coffee and a few biscuits. There was a board at the front on the room and. stood on a chair, a raccoon, some books, a brick, a plant and...a flashback of when the shrimps went on a boat ride to some random island and saw randomly coloured bars which implied that THEY'RE ALL GOING TO DIE...ANYWAY, Shay was stood on all that to reach the height of the board. She had half a ruler (it snapped when she wanted to know if it was shatter-proof)
Shay: EVERYONE, sit down and shut the god damn raccoon up.
Miku, Charmander, Espy: sitting ^^, heh heh (guys, RUN, RUN AS SOON AS WE GET THE CHANCE)
Shay: We are gathered here today, to point out the causes of MY RAAAGGGGGE, now if any of you have any objections speak now or forever hold your peace ¬¬
Espy: uh Shay, wha-
Shay: GOOD NO ONE
ew...i just sneezed... BACK TO THE TOPIC AT HAND!
errrmm...now i feel like one of those people on those comedy programmes and i've just forgotten the script...so...um...nice weather we're having.
Espy: RARGH
Shay: RARGH
Miku: Okay okay, is this just about pandas somehow being equal to raccoons?
Shay: NO
Espy: mhm
Shay: ITS THE END OF THE WORLD
Espy: Again?
Charmander: GUYS, WTH?
Shay: The hell, is where you should be giving me food ¬¬
Espy: You always want food
Shay: WELL EXCUSE ME, if none of you feed me EVER. I have 9 stomaches btw ^^
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Miku: IF ONE PERSON, JUST ONE PERSON SAYS 'BECAUSE IM PRO LIKE THAT", IM GOING TO SCREAM
Espy: ^ a reason for ranting...my god i'm sick of it
Okay, im ending it here, before i say something that makes me sound more high than i already do, dw, next chapter will be normal...well it wont be slightly ranty. It's gonna be good!! probably...okay, better than the stuff i've already come up with. Heh me and what i do when i should be doing something else. I never even said why i was ranting, BUT MEEEEHHHH.
REMEMBER RACCOONS ARE THE BEST THING EVER. EVER.