Don't mind Essa's editors note.... Y yes you do. And what's more is I don't think you're the least bit repentant mister.
Didn't notice it at first I think its adorable how she threatens in the edit I don't need to be as clearly I used the tongue emoji...if only they had it earlier in history, could've stopped wars from happening... I
Tis enough tae mak' a'body dowie, but as a culchur we've had it comin' fur awhile, Ah think. God's aye had, an' aye wull have it under control. Cheers, Ah think tis Tolkien.
*Attempts to turn off fan and ends up spilling water around. * Indeed. Tolkien is always a win!
Alright folks! Here she is in all her glory! Or lack there of, my week writing I hope you like it, cause I was up till 1:23am working on it for yall :3 So with no further delay...
Episode Two
Markus stirred. He groaned groggily as his alarm blared at him unceasingly. He rolled over and smashed down on the snooze button. He heard an odd snapping crunch. His eyes flew open as he remembered what had happened last night. He sat up and looked over at his night stand. His alarm clock lay there, at least the remains of it did. He had smashed the clock into sad little bits of plastic and plexiglass, wires sticking out here and there. He blinked. Then he felt a rush. Adrenaline shot through his veins. He whooped and hollered while jumping up and down on his bed, his pillow went flying, his blankets got strewn all over the room. “Mark! What are you doing up there?” His dad called from down stairs. Markus froze, snickering to himself. “Celebrating a win at a sweepstakes!” He hollered down the stairs as he grabbed a T-shirt out of his closet and some shorts from his dresser and ran down the hall in his dino pj’s to the bathroom. He dressed quickly then brushed his teeth even quicker, he yanked the brush through his tangled mop of brown hair then smashed the brush down. He heard a crunch and looked down at the counter and saw a dent in the surface. Grimacing, he chided himself. “Gotta be more careful.” He bounded down the steps and zoomed to the kitchen. His dad sat at the table, trying to organise his papers for work before he left. “Woah, you’ve got pep this morning.” He said looking up from his scattered documents. Markus’s permanent grin widened. “I guess I just feel brand new today.” His father cocked his eyebrow but didn’t question him any. “Your breakfast is on the counter.” Markus skidded to a stop in front of the pan on the counter. “Uh, dad. What is this?” He asked poking with a spoon at the unidentifiable glop. “That’s an omelet.” His dad said. “Made it myself.” Markus eyed the food. The food eyed him back. He swallowed hard. “Thanks dad,” He rushed past his dad, waving at the excited kitchen. “See you after school.” Almost slamming the door he stopped just in time and closed it gently. He walked off at a brisk pace over to Israel’s house. Israel rolled over in beed and clamped down on the ‘off’ button on his beeping clock. He blinked a couple times, then rubbed his eyes, yawned and sat up. Kicking his legs out of the bed he gave a long stretch. Ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. Twisted his back left then right. Rubbed his eyes one more time and was awake. Getting out of bed he rummaged around in his drawers till he found some jeans and a T shirt that matched well. After he dressed he went into the adjacent bathroom and brushed his hair. As he ran a comb through the stubborn waves he thought to himself. “Wonder how good Moj’ll be feeling today.” He grimaced into the mirror, then laughed at how serious his reflection looked.
Don't mind Essa's editors note.... Y yes you do. And what's more is I don't think you're the least bit repentant mister.
Didn't notice it at first I think its adorable how she threatens in the edit I don't need to be as clearly I used the tongue emoji...if only they had it earlier in history, could've stopped wars from happening... I
She's pretty great. lol XD Ah I see, good ol tongue emoji makes it better, he's a chad. ... War?
Alright folks! Here she is in all her glory! Or lack there of, my week writing I hope you like it, cause I was up till 1:23am working on it for yall :3 So with no further delay...
Episode Two
Markus stirred. He groaned groggily as his alarm blared at him unceasingly. He rolled over and smashed down on the snooze button. He heard an odd snapping crunch. His eyes flew open as he remembered what had happened last night. He sat up and looked over at his night stand. His alarm clock lay there, at least the remains of it did. He had smashed the clock into sad little bits of plastic and plexiglass, wires sticking out here and there. He blinked. Then he felt a rush. Adrenaline shot through his veins. He whooped and hollered while jumping up and down on his bed, his pillow went flying, his blankets got strewn all over the room. “Mark! What are you doing up there?” His dad called from down stairs. Markus froze, snickering to himself. “Celebrating a win at a sweepstakes!” He hollered down the stairs as he grabbed a T-shirt out of his closet and some shorts from his dresser and ran down the hall in his dino pj’s to the bathroom. He dressed quickly then brushed his teeth even quicker, he yanked the brush through his tangled mop of brown hair then smashed the brush down. He heard a crunch and looked down at the counter and saw a dent in the surface. Grimacing, he chided himself. “Gotta be more careful.” He bounded down the steps and zoomed to the kitchen. His dad sat at the table, trying to organise his papers for work before he left. “Woah, you’ve got pep this morning.” He said looking up from his scattered documents. Markus’s permanent grin widened. “I guess I just feel brand new today.” His father cocked his eyebrow but didn’t question him any. “Your breakfast is on the counter.” Markus skidded to a stop in front of the pan on the counter. “Uh, dad. What is this?” He asked poking with a spoon at the unidentifiable glop. “That’s an omelet.” His dad said. “Made it myself.” Markus eyed the food. The food eyed him back. He swallowed hard. “Thanks dad,” He rushed past his dad, waving at the excited kitchen. “See you after school.” Almost slamming the door he stopped just in time and closed it gently. He walked off at a brisk pace over to Israel’s house. Israel rolled over in beed and clamped down on the ‘off’ button on his beeping clock. He blinked a couple times, then rubbed his eyes, yawned and sat up. Kicking his legs out of the bed he gave a long stretch. Ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. Twisted his back left then right. Rubbed his eyes one more time and was awake. Getting out of bed he rummaged around in his drawers till he found some jeans and a T shirt that matched well. After he dressed he went into the adjacent bathroom and brushed his hair. As he ran a comb through the stubborn waves he thought to himself. “Wonder how good Moj’ll be feeling today.” He grimaced into the mirror, then laughed at how serious his reflection looked.
Nuuu you need your sleep
I like it though
Aww that's sweet of you. :3
Ty ty! I have a plan for the next episode, I just gotta do it. XD
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