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I write for the same reason I breath, because if I didn't, I would die.
Hey people, TotoDaDog here, nothing special, just a teenage girl who's really bored. That's the first thing you need to know about me.
Some more things you should know about ME:I think all writers are weirdos (including myself. Definitely including myself) I like to write depressing stories (Hint hint, the quote on top) I mostly only write when I should be studying for a test I like pizza, drawing with crayons, snapchat, and Jesus. My sister, CapriChica, is also on fictionpress so check her out!
Some things you should know about what I read on fictionpress:ROMANCE I will read and review you if you review me. I'm a grammar Nazi, so I will point out bad grammar in my reviews.
Things you should know if you are reading my stories:I try to update all my stories every once and a while. Some more often than others. If you review, I will most likely advertise your story in my A/N each chapter. When reviewing please be completely honest with me. I like critic. Most of my stories are super depressing, the only one that isn't is my one-shot and my pride and joy, Locker Notes. Only read that if you like romance stories that are full of fluff and have no plot.
Lastly, this is a short story that isn't mine. It's just really cute; read it.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
“How much is an ice cream sundae?”
“50 cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.
“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.
“35 cents,” she said brusquely.
The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.
When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents – her tip.
Anyway, thanks, guys, I love you all lots. *smiley face*
Toto (or Totes, if you prefer)