Hello! This is a quick note that has nothing to do with the story, however i thought it would be interesting for you to know that i have a joint account with CoffeeHouse101. If you like faruba, PoT, or Gundam Seed Destiny fanficts please check out CoffeeHouse101!
Also if i am breaking any of the rules please tell me instead of reporting me because having your account cut off for a week is no fun and i rather take the story out myself! Thanks
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Disclaimer: Nope I got no PoT, but that guy down the street might…
Chapter 1: The addiction begins
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So I was cruising through reading happy happy PoT ramblings, and once again THE WONDERFULNESS RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS.
I 3 PoT. It's so wonderful. It's love through tennis. Tennis-love!
Anyhow, I was reading descriptions of why people like PoT characters, and now I want to write my own. Haha, you're all doomed! Here I go!
Actually, I'm just gonna hit on almost every character and be like " is SOOOO awesome because!" or "I HATE YOUR GUTS!"
So yeah.
One day on a fabulous day a girl named Miori (borrowed from Ayashi No Ceres which also doesn't belong to me) went to her friends Riiya's house to hang around. She knocked on the door and there was no answer. That was most strange. Didn't Riiya know she was coming? She pushed her layered black hair away from her shoulders and opened the door. It creaked most creepily…
"Riiya? Are you there?"
She saw some flashing lights from Riiya's rooms, but the lights were off. "Riiya?" Miori called again. The door was halfway closed and she slowly opened it. In the room was her friend Riiya staring at a computer screen watching someone.
"Riiya why didn't you open the door?"
"I hurumpdalkjf" she said so silently that no one could understand her (even the readers)
"What?"
Riiya turned around with a dazed look in her eyes. Slumped she slowly started to walk toward Miori.
"I just can't get enough, it's so addicting, must have more PoT.."
"What?" Miori questioned in disbelief.
"I want… no need.." she started and then went into a full out scream, "I NEED PoT!"
"O my god Riiya! We gotta get you to a clinic!"
"Not that pot, PoT," she started and motioned her friend toward the screen, "This PoT…"
Miori started to watch this cartoon, no anime on the screen about a bunch of tennis players and their special talents. At first it seemed insane, but all of a sudden she felt this magnetic force pulling her toward the monitor. It was PoT and now it's addictive powers have overcome her. Now begins her reasons of y she loves PoT.
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Ok yes doesn't this seem like a familiar story I just wrote or somebody else. Well I wrote this exact same story except it was in list form. I forgot that wasn't allowed and it got booted off (silly me) so now I gotta write it over again in a story mode so it can stay on. Whoever reported me could've told me instead of reported me and now I will cast everlasting vengance on that individual. But seriously folks I much rather be told than have something like that on my record, so I can self correct. Leave comments :) The next chapter will basically be the list but I needed an opening thing.
O yea the line tool wasn't working so i used "-" instead
