This is my new story. I like this better. It's kinda bleak at the beginning but it will get better... I promise, I can't stand to write a deathfic... they are too depressing and sad. So this is my new project sorry if you liked my other one. I just lost interest and couldn't sum it up correctly... Now let the show begin!
La La La LA!
Finally a Saturday I can actually do my chores. Usually by now the Host club has me off on a trip or some crazy adventure. Today is different. Haruhi walked home from the grocery store ready to start cleaning the house. Haruhi tried unlocking her door to realize it was already unlocked.
I know it was locked. I did it myself. Rather than freak out, Haruhi assumed she only thought she locked it and went inside and put the groceries away. The she proceeded to dust every surface in the house, when she finally got to her room she noticed it was extra dusty. I spend so much time with the guys I get dust in my room to prove it. Everything was quiet in the house, except for the coo-coo clock that was right outside Haruhi's room. It's louder than normal. Maybe dad actually oiled it for once. When Haruhi reached her bed, she had to pull their extremely small vacuum out to get all the way under. She turned on the vacuum and began to suck up all the dust. That worked until ...Clunk. What's that? I never store anything under the bed...
Oh my flaming fudge cake! It's a bomb! Haruhi dropped the bomb like hot Tamale and ran for the door. She never made it. Two short beeps sounded and the bomb exploded.
La La La LA
I promise I won't kill Haruhi. But I am killing Ranka. The only way for this story to work is that he is dead.
So do you like it? I know it's not the same but please review. And I know it's short but it will have to do because I haven't written anything yet!
PFB OUT!
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