Alright, I've returned to updates after an absurdly long time but I'm HERE NOW. Love you all *sweet smile*

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Today was, is, and will always be the worst day in history.

Monday.

Do not blame me if you are involuntarily participating in a planned murder of the person who invented Monday.

Here is the plan:

I will first bring this person back to life.

Next, I will kill him in the best, most suitable means of murder.

None of this will be necessary if Monday will just kill itself for me.

Added to the fact that Monday is obviously a crime committed by the government to every school student, my bus-partner ate half my chocolate (me, being the kind soul I am, gave it to him but that's beside the point) and my teacher gave me detention which will soon lead to my brother grounding me for another three days once he finds out.

What my teacher gave me detention for, I will not name.

But I did not deserve detention, the teacher just hates me to the core because her son is the one I... did something to. (One from all the others that I shaped up)

To tell the truth, he deserved it, though maybe not the part where I broke his nose.

Or, in other words, his nose was far too weak to withstand my hand-swinging so it required a white plaster on top of it to make him look like a duck.

Either sentence is fine with me.

Just a minute, I had better scratch that out, may get into trouble for that stunt.

On second thought, no. I might as well know if Cole really is reading this book.

If you are, just know that I want you to (putting it lightly) seal your infuriating sister-thoughts into a jug and throw it into the sea. May you never find it again.

I also want you to let mom give me my very own card and buy me a Lamborghini with yours.

I also want a huge box of exquisite Swiss chocolates and a visit to someplace with scrumptious buffet and party the night away.

I most importantly need baking powder for the kitchen. This may seem minor to those others in comparison but it is not, and never is going to be, minor when you have been asked a small bottle of the stuff for about three months now.

I also want a whole lot of other things that I do not wish to write here. You, as my brother, know the best how deranged my mind is and the level of illogicality it can reach.

30 minutes up. 32 to be precise. I didn't think I needed such a lot of time to think up something absolutely delirious to write, let alone taking two minutes extra.

I suppose I will see you around. Sometime.

Tomorrow.

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Any Cole(s) out there? You never know, this might be your sister *grins*

I want to congratulate all the readers who have lasted up to this point reading at home and not at an asylum.

And...

Thankyou, I guess.

*grins slyly at you*