It was really hot this afternoon and I can't even use the electric fan for god's sake. Here I am, lying on my couch, thinking what to type down on my netbook. There's so many stories I wanted to write and at the same time, I can't. 'Oh geez....I hate my writer's block.' I thought glumly. Suddenly, the door opened and it revealed my dad.
"Diane, we're going to your Aunt Arlyn. You know how much you need to." I frowned at his words. Damn.
"Daaaad..." The moment he sent me a glare, I closed my netbook and pulled the plug off the socket. I stood up from the couch and went down the stairs. Well, I've got things to do. Like studying for the college. I want to bash my head on the nearest wall at that. This is going to be another year of craziness.
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