Fk: -heh I might like this punk- makes no sense

Fk: we don't have one

Fk: what's this? -picks up paper-

Wtf fk

Yea but we gotta take care of you little fluff ball

Fk: he is sorry ej SAY IT PUNK!-shard tail points at him- come on say it!!!

Sure

Ok I will

On it

-glint shines around eyes-

-sheds a tear- you don't KNOW how much she ment to me -walks away-

I rather be with my sister

*death glare* grrrrrrr

When I get home I'll tell you how it happened

Her

Jackie she killed here

She is dead my sister is dead

Galaxy......she

At least your ok that matters too - cries-

I want to kill my self