IdentityUnknown

None of them. :V I don't want to. My dad is.

I learned that it is unwise to send Mark out to buy groceries without a shopping list. :V

There are 6 Coed, though there is one all-girls that doesn't require skirts. :V 10 boxes of Pop-tarts... *facepalms*

I have a lot of friends...dunno how many.

Some don't. @Mark: That's...a lot of Pop-tarts. What did he mean for you to buy?

What kind of Pop-tarts? But then I got a bunch of girls' schools... Which I refuse to attend since most of them require skirts in their dress code...

Nice. I, on the other hand, was lectured about choosing schools and sending interviews/descriptions, etc. I now have to fill out a chart on which schools have the best diversity, advantages, academics, etc. My dad accidentally put a boys' school on it... :V

^ This. Hi Misaki-chan! Hi Mark!

Dear Anonymous, It's a wonderful school, I'm sure. It probably has amazing education. There's just a little, tiny problem. It's a boys' school. :V Signed, Your Daughter

*rolls eyes* She's lived most of her life in California, I think I'm fine. Besides, I've never had a Vietnamese teacher before. How should I know?

:V :V :V Hearts can itch? :V As I said, there's a reason I cut it off there. Hi Misaki-chan!

Yes. *goes to write and draw*

:V I stopped there for a reason, KKLT.

Unfortunately...parents just told me to go do something else. *takes notebook and writes anyways* :V

*must write*

I'm...here? In the story I'm in my room... ------ IdentityUnknown clenched her teeth as she read through it. She moved past the basic information to the more significant details about her personality and background. She resisted the temptation to rip the papers up and kept on reading. Context: Basic Information Background Personality Habits Strengths Weaknesses Hobbies & Interests Past Experiences Relationships Notes By the time IdentityUnknown had finished it all, she was unsure if she was angry or stunned. Silently, she opened up her computer and the scanner, scanning all of the documents in, and sending them to C for examination and storage. Then, she took the other files BK had taken from the missions section and looked over them. Out of all of the neatly filed documents, there was really only one that interested her. The DCW Mission IdentityUnknown stared at the folder. Perhaps this would be the end to all the mystery. Perhaps it would hold the one answer she wanted to know -- and had been wanting to know ever since she was first kidnapped. Why? ------ Debated and edited, redone and rewritten at least 4 times. I'm glad it's done. I need to get back to writing.

Everyone. :V

*laughs* I'm over it, thanks. Chinese Tiger Moms.

*laughs quietly* I'm better now, thanks. Anger -- or as angry as I can get -- rarely lasts long for me.

I'm writing, but stuck..

You shouldn't. It's my fault for being so stupid. I'm ashamed of myself. I shouldn't be thinking like this. And...中国的妈妈都是一样的。

You don't need to worry about me. "It's the weekend!" \o/ "It is? Good for you! How about you spend your time researching better high schools than the school you have? Or how about you study more Chinese? Or how about you get a head start on Spanish? Oh, I have a good idea! How about we get down to Math? What?! You're saying you haven't gotten 10 schools to apply to? Do you know how hard we've worked for..." *continues* "...But it's only the first weekend in the school year after two days of school..." "How are you going to survive in life if you don't keep a step ahead? Move your computer outside, I want to see everything you're doing." ...I am a horrible, ungrateful person.

As good as I'll ever be this way. And...hi Chelsea. You shouldn't feel the need to say anything. I hate myself for everything. I wish I could...ugh.

Yes. I hate myself. I hate the fact that I feel this way. So stupid. *feels like punching a wall* I have no reason to feel this way.

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