HelloMellowCello

      "Frau."     I ignored my silver haired friend, who was also known as Gilbert Beilschmidt. Basically, Gilbert was a really good friend of mine, who claimed he was full Prussian. I'm not sure if he's albino or not, because it seems that his red eyes have a purple to it. Unless, he has heterochromia.     I knew that he would keep bothering me until I answered him, but I couldn't. He thinks that I didn't remember his birthday, but I do. The others and I made plans for a surprise party for Gil, and one part of the plan was to pretend we didn't know his birthday. "Frau, frau, frau!" Gilbert called me again.     I just puffed out air an

“How can you be failing Japanese?” your step-father asked you, his face pulled into an intimidating frown as he held your report card. “This is unacceptable! Your best friend is Japanese for God’s sake! How do you fail?” “Japanese is a really difficult language, George!” you defended yourself. “It’s not like kanji comes naturally, and let’s not even forget about the pronunciation. Like seriously! What the crap!” “I thought your mother and I raised you better than this,” George shook his head. “Your mother would be rolling over in her grave. 27. How do you ma

"C'mon, ________, just one night! It won't kill you!" "No." "You haven't been out in ages! You've gotta do something! Sitting around the house all day isn't good for you!" "I haven't been sitting around," you muttered. The truth was, you'd spent all of today—and the past six days—curled on the couch, staring into space, while the TV blasted whatever was on. You weren't even sure what had been playing. You hadn't answered your phone—or your door, if you could avoid it—that whole time. Until, tired of your friend Natalia's relentless calls, you picked up. And she wanted you to come out with her and some of her friends. Na