IdentityUnknown

You're worth more than a cupcake.

*blows off all dishwashing money to buy Battleship*

But I'm not an ABC. :V That's my sis.

I had the umbilical cord around my neck. Which, in unfortunate cases, can strangle the baby to death. Anyways, a fact about me. Battleship + Math = Interesting.

Now why would I answer that?

Is that all that surprising? I could also have been mentally retarded, if that makes things anything better. :V But I wasn't. :V <3

Ah. That particular holiday didn't quite register in my mind. I'll be on and off.

:V :V :V It might involve mass murder, locked room mysteries, and at least one more dead body (depending on which killer was murdered by the other). Just might.

Oh yes it is. I like how it's completely realistic. And contradicting to your brother, plenty will want to read it...BECAUSE SO MANY PEOPLE CAN RELATE TO IT. I mean, most manga/anime are cool because they're so different from us and sometimes we want to get away from it, but a lot of people will be drawn to experiences they relate to and how characters pull out of it. Oh well. I'm not a manga artist. But...I am a writer.

<3 Is that your only reason? </3 Another killer? :V How many are there?

Seriously. I gotta go. @BK: Ja.

;________________________________________; *hugs knees to chest*

I am highly tempted to write a manga about you now.

Hi. *disappears* :V

HOW CRUEL. ;__________________________; *runs and cries*

If that happens, it means that I no longer exist in this world.

;__________________; Destroy my dreams, won't you?

Oh. MUN?

Finally.

DDDDDDDDD:

My name means something like "God is gracious" in Hebrew. Which, I suppose, works since I could've died at birth. It's ok. <3 I sometimes go on DCW and sometimes read fanfiction.

:V I have my reasons. Why can't they? Oh, and I'll be busy until around Christmas. After that, I'll be a whole lot more free. Though I'll be waiting in anxiety. :V K.

Good job. ------ A knock. IdentityUnknown hesitated before opening it. Nobody should know she was home after all... The knock persisted and IdentityUnknown opened the door. A small, mousy girl with short brown hair had her two hands on her hips and was staring at her, almost as if analyzing her. IdentityUnknown wasn't sure if she should laugh or shut the door in the girl's face. She wanted to laugh. She'd been under too much stress. The girl nodded. "Here," she said, handing IdentityUnknown a small white envelope. "He expects you at 2:30. Sharp." With that, she turned around and walked away. IdentityUnknown blinked, then opened the envelope. Her eyes narrowed at the writing, then widened. Tucking the envelope into her pocket, she checked her messages. None. She checked the clock. 12 noon. She had two and a half hours. Plenty of time. Irritatedly, she called T again, ignoring the time difference. ------ Yes, I'm at my house. I request you don't find me until I'm at least at my destination.

I like my new battery for my computer.