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i renamed her Danyi and the stories title is "Hope" but i'll change it as soon as poSSible! X_X;

P.S THIS IS A REAL FIC not a fanfic o_O; its (C) ME and it's not got anythin fictional in it besides it never happened XD;

(Khris is my favorite character ^^)

Chapter 1-

“You don’t surprise me at all” I said as I caught my best friend cheating at a game of cards.
“Um….it’s not cheating…..it’s not-playing!” Araya piped.
“Like I said, cheating.” I said glaring at her.
Khris, my other best friend laughed. “Girls…”
“Was that a compliment?” I looked at him fiercly with my fists inclined.
“Oh Danyi” Khris hugged me and got onto his knees so he could fakely apologize. “I’m so sorry! I beg of your forgivness, please, please, please, Danyi!”
                Danyi Christin. I had always wondered why my parents had named me that.
“DWEEB!” I said playfully and punched him onto the floor. He made a big fat dramatic deal out of it and rolled into my wall.
                Thud
Araya giggle-snorted and laughed at us.
Khris got up with a candy wrapper stuck in his golden blond hair. “Danyi I’m hurt!”
“And I’m not” I said as I started another game with Araya this time keeping a close eye on her.
Khris shrugged and started playing with my gameboy. Funny thing though, he didn’t even turn it on.
“MEEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW! REEEEEK! BOW!” He made a siren noise then some gun shot sounds.
“Shut up Khris” I said as I threw a shoe at him.
“Have some mercy, sheesh!” Khris whined as he rubbed his head. His voice was so funny Araya and I had to laugh.
Araya then got serious on us. “Are either of you entering the poetry contest?”
“I am but the winner is obvious.” I glared at her and she smiled her goofy smile.
“No way my kamundas” Khris said shaking his head no. “I am the writer of this davoo.”

Araya always won. She was pure poertry genius. And that’s exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up.

Khris was the writer. His stories were pure genius too. You could never tell that from his behaviour or aka BIG MORRON (laugh).

Me? I was the artist. I could try and be funny but would end up looking like a geek. So I just drew.

We were all in collage and freshmen there. Araya and I shared an apartment and Khris lived down the hall. We weren’t very popular at our school and none of us had very good lucks except for maybe Khris but his personality (big moron?) didn’t resemble his looks.

“Davoo?” Araya asked.
“Kamundas?” I chimed in.
Khris shrugged. “The Khrisly-like language!” He said making language with a twist of his tongue.
Araya giggled. “Ok KRISSY!”
Khirs’s eyes got big. I hadn’t invented this game Araya and I played, but I loved it.
“Yeah Mrs.Khris we’re sorry for insulting your Krissy-language!” I gleamed with false happiness as if some perked up idiot.

Khris scrambled to his feet. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” He ran to the top of my besd and pretended to shudder. “CANNIBALS!”

Araya and I rolled into a laughing fit.
He glared at us as if to say “EVVVVILLLLLLLL”

It was true. Araya was the torcheror and I was the mean on (pure evil.)



A while later Khris left and Araya went to bed. It was late and I was up all alone. Cringing to my desk I opened my labtop and started to write my poem. Araya was going to win but I didn’t really care.
I started to type.

It was early in the morning and I cradled into my bed after an hour of work.
I feel asleep and woke somewhere else, or that’s what it felt like. I got up out of bed. I had a bad feeling about Khris. So I went down the hall to his room and opened his apartment door which because he was so stupid about things, was never locked. I went into his room and saw him asleep with his head on his desk. I smiled to myself knowing he was safe and slowly walked back to my lonely room.


A.N: So far O.o; Is it ok for non-fictional? Those are the most hardest I tell you >=O;