Stories

Okay i am mad-like. My reasons? Oh they are that EVERYBODY IS WRITING STORIES ON THEIR BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They are all great but post some koolness peeps...as well as your stories and such. I know GWFG ur blog is SUPOSED to be for stories. But I feel left out cuz I don't write stories. I am quite good at it, yes I do mean to brag. But I can't just do it here and now. And I don't wanna have super-long posts that bore people to tears. i would feel guilty. My vortex is currently broken. i am also mad cuz I can't put any awesome pics in this post. It's so bland. AND THE REPAIR MAN WHO SPECIALIZES IN MAGICAL VORTEX FIXING IS BOOKED SOLID!!!!!!!! Oh what to do?........... I feel like I lack a shaazam. boo. hoo. Here iss my short story: I laughed at the sight of my pie-faced bro. LOL! Let me explain: I got home from school and threw my keys on the counter. The made a CHACHING-ly sound. I threw my bag on the couch, grabbed the remote and punched in my fave channel. Fashion Weekly. I read their magazine, go on their website and buy their clothes. And obvs watch their channel. I heard the front door open. GOSH! My little brother home already. He is 12 and I am 14. He loves to bake, has a crush on my BFF and LOVES our dog Screthy. It was his choice on the name. I smelled his lated creation, a pumpkin pie. He came in and threw his bag on mine. i heard a crunch 'MAT' I screamed. that was his name. 'sorry' he said sarcasticaly. then he kicked over my due-the-next-day diorama 'JEEZ' i screamed now running fter him. he put down his pie and sprinted upstairs. i grabbed it and waited three minutes until he thought it was safe and came out from his room. I pied him in the face and said 'ha' the end