number five pins me against the wall, we both appear to be 13
"Five" i protest "Our father is dead and all you can think about is me?!?" i ask accusingly, he looks at me
"Yes" he responds i snort like a pig
"Your wearing old man clothes go wear something more appropriate to our fathers funeral." i demand
Luther bursts down the door
"i LiVeD oN tHe MoOn FoR fOuR yEaRs" he screeches
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FanfictionSo my friend and I created these and they are pretty stupid so as you can see I don't take being a writer very seriously
