....:) I was so nervous he felt as if it were to have a test. I was given the news the same day, imagine, unable to think, imagine, create scenes in my head, without anything. Vacuum without having thrown a rope. As I got home I rushed to the book of short stories that the teacher had given me and started reading. Do you want me to say, some were a real waste, to be your sincere. The stories have to reach one, teach something with his words. Of the winners, a few managed to communicate a feeling of happiness or sadness, agony and emotion. Nothing. Chhs. Estaba desesperada. Me duché para aclararme las ideas y me sequé el pelo. A las tres del mediodía ya estaba preparada para la prueba. ¿Lo peor? Mis padres. Mi padre quería ver un partido de mi hermano "es que es muy importante", chss, increíble. ¿Un partido más importante que tu hija? Pues ya ves. Al final cedió y me llevaron. "A las seis en la facultad de Filosofía y letra". Estuvimos perdiendo el tiempo un poco perdidos en las facultades, pero al final llegamos. Al principio había poca gente, y pudimos entregar la fotocopia del DNI y el permiso. Vi emocionada como el hombre tachaba mi nombre en una lista. Estuve vario rato esperando, junto con una compañera de clase a la que no conozco mucho y varias other classes that do not get along ... (Go to plan ... xD). I had to go back over them, because with a yes but I got along well with others ... buff. Each passing minute, the power was filling more and more were my nerves. They took us to a kind of gigantic room filled with red seats with a small wooden table. There we were given a red envelope with the mark of coca-cola and a strange and peculiar picture inside. Plan view "that caught me looking at the issue before they come Navalmoral those" two guys make out, but then I realized he was a man in a mirror in which the back and saw a book on a marble top. Cojonuda photo. The White first fifteen minutes, looking at the photo-.- Wanting to kill, could not they have put a little phrase instead of a photo?? It is very touching noses ... What wear? What is a murderer? Above my companion, who is an idiot loss, puts the title, "The Book of 1937", I ask that if you put things in 1937 and says that has not put anything on the book!
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The first idea that occurred to me was that I wrote. Did in dirty page and the rest, practically jump off the cliff, directly on the clean paper. Luckily I had a companion with Tipet (now must hate me) but ... buff. Preo think at least I had written the story well.
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MONSTER IN MY HOUSE? I really do not understand. And that fucking witch sitting in my chair, yuck, that sucks, then I'll have to disinfect it! Above I have not been invited to a birthday of a boy in my class with which I take to kill and aarggg, is the asshole of my brother and me qe question why I have invited to the birthday, if my brother is not more like an idiot because you do not train, dammit ... and I'm getting violent ... Above
my mother tells me that is very sad because I have a suitor who does not like! Ahem, ahem, I just found out that I have a pretender and not cool me anything ...
Baby Monster: Family consists of my music teacher, her husband's fitipaldis geek, the monstrous brat, jealous half-ape and Neanderthal brat false and hairy cock. Me fatal fall, and do whatever it takes to make life impossible.
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