MISSadventures # 2

Apr 10, 20177 min read

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BubbleDriver

Published: Apr 10, 2017

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MISSadventures # 1

Hiya! This post will be edited and updated everyday , so it is only gonna grow longer!

This is my first time writing , so I'm really nervous!

But happy! Aaaaand at the end of each Saturday night @ Singapore, I shall finish and post it as a literature piece for you guys to read in it';s unholy entirety with a picture! 0w0 Because we all like pictures!

Hiya! This post will be edited and updated everyday , so it is only gonna grow longer!

This is my first time writing , so I'm really nervous! :) (Smile)

This recounts 13 year old me in Japan! XD Cuz we all know I'm a giant weeaboo but did you know I was an even BIGGER Weeaboo as a kid? ...Well, I WAS! Oh and if you bother reading this, can you please , please leave a comment ? Favourites are awesome but I would really love encouragement and maybe some feedback! Comments everyday keep the hands typing after a long day at work. oh, erm, please help me write! 0w0

It will be updated every day. A sentence at a time! Like my other story @

Restart # 1

Or my first ever fanfiction!

It's not going to be uploaded here unless I get a good response from my readers ((Please please!)) but will be on AO3 where I lurk also 0w0
Also. It might be surprising buuut it's not OC x Canon character story but more of a platonic friendship with hardcore one-sided crushing on said0canon characters aaaand that is due to a pyschological trauma. Soooo, yeah!
It will be updated every day. A sentence at a time! Like my other story @
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// Cybertron: New Spacehub #345 . Somewhere on one of Kaon's moons//
A middle sized spaceship landed carefully , parking itself according to the coordinates given with a compressed wheeze of , it would appear... Relief. Albeit it was done so in a dignified manner .
There was
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M knew everything, at least to 15 year old me. She was the one who introduced me to Deviantart, the one who let me on what Albino Blacksheep was, she was also the one who gave me the name to the brand of animation I became fond of at age Thirteen, 'Anime' . She was a hardcore Naruto fan and though it would take me years sadly before I would take a liking to Naruto. I liked anime.

We both did.Anime... Man, where do I even start ? It introduced me , an outcast for thirteen years of my life . My only friend was my cousin M for those lonely, lonely years and through these characters I got to experience a different life , a more exciting life . A portal to a different world , a life where I got to see into the lives of this vibrant characters and in a sense , I had some semblance of friendship through these fictional characters.

My life , I can safely say was grey monotone before anime came in....Oky, I kid. I was a bonafide bookworm before I started on anime. Gawsh, I make it sound like some kind of drug, don't I? I hope the po-po don't find this entry. But animation is singularly the best and WORST thing that happened to me. ...So yeah. Anime is a kind of drug. I don't care.

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*coughs and nervously glances around * I hope no one from the government or po-po is reading this . Cuz if they are, goooood bye to my job ahaha.

Erm, if they are. Well.

*Sweats an entire option *

Erm. To the government ? I don't take drugs, I'm a good kid, er, adult . This is merely a metaphor on how sad my life is . Drugs are not cool. I pinky swear .Scouts honor. Cross my heart and hope to die .

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*whistles innocently as they look around nervously, twitching like an agitated rabbit* Aaaaaanywaaayyyyyyyy......

Books I credit to giving me worlds to run in, to get lost in. Japanese animation was like meeting a group of friends, well, people you feel you know all your life and going on crazy wild adventures ver since we both ......, haha ,..... did Anime. Gawsh, it is so tempting to make drug jokes correlating to the topic.

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Okay,okay, urge resisted! -We both naturally dreamed of going to Japan. But the idea of two thirteen year old girls going alone was sadly, resisted by our parents of both sides. To M's horror, her parents volunteered cheerily to come with us. I did not mind that much truth be told. I was always the more cautious, the more obedient one. 'M' was the bold one, the rule-breaker who did everything and cared npot what anyone thought about her , least of all, our family.

"It's not so bad." I consoled her, or attempted to, after she stormed out of a shouting match, my parents and I sheepishly, I must admit on my parent's side, and awkawdly on my side, bore witness to between her mother and her about this sudden decision.

M and I were on the cusp of teenagerhood, and this topic would come up many times, growing up. She butting heads with her parents especially.

M had naturally fled to her bedroom for refuge.

"Urghhhhhh..." A voice moaned from a cushion. I bounced lightly on her bed, trying to get her attention. No response, apart from more groaning. I bounced harder. " Seriously. Your Dad and Mom will be able to pay for your drinks and food. What if we got ill, at least there would be someone to help, right?"

"Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you don't geddit, Bubble." She lifted her head, a tetchy scowl on her face, her hair mussed up from repeatedly rubbing her face into said stuffed fabric. "Get what? I'm not you." I retorted calmly, folding my arms.

"It was supposed to be OUR trip." She emphasized.