my original short story- inspired by the e-cafe: im extremely fair.. if i write u as a sad character.. I'll make the others equally sad.. the next chapter of the stry -- so "shhhh" and dun tell me to delete
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it has been exactly one month after the departure of e-cafe's favourite publicity manager qy (actually only publicity manager to date)

"I DUNNNWANNNAA BE A MUUURDDERRERR~~", sang e-cafe's favourite songbird- syahira to the tune of her almost holy song unfaithful by rihanna as she sways her mosquito swatter to the beat, the e-cafe was in a crisis!!..

THE CAFE WAS UNDER SIEGE- of the dreaded mosquito minions. The members of the holy union- e-cafe have tried all they could to destroy this agile enemy but failed... they were sitting ducks for the blood thirsty pests.

"If this continues, i will confirm become anemic!!", ranted the in-name-only president.

Usually when opposed with such formidable beasts, the thoughtless sinni would immediately whipped out the big guns- the BAYGON, however this was not an option available for sinni to execute as the "nuclear weapons" might poison the pathetic array of food that was sold there.

A fear which belonged to the former teacher-in-charge,Ms Lau.

Carol stared wide-mouth at the snooker table, though her body was motionless, little did the young ens know that her soul was silently creeping away into a dreamy fantasy.
In a sea of thought, the familiar imagery of her fluttering towards to the snooker table flashed, in exaggerated slow motion she was weaving through the outramians (obstacles) as she approached the snooker table somehow the BO infested lower secondary boys became a puff of smoke like magic and disintegrated into thin air.

FINALLY, she was all alone with her PRECIOUS- away from hoards of mosquito.

Ian clenched his fists tightly, he pushed every fiber of his being to stay still but only achieved a small margin of success- he was trembling. The internal struggle he was up against was irrationally powerful- the smell of blood (his elixir of life was too strong)

His face was etched with misery as though yearning for someone to help.

He wanted to run away, to escape but he couldn't deny the fact that he was a vampire, that he was the (unknown) brother of Edward Cullen
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1) someone will come back from Australia
2) will anyone discover ian's secret
3) what will HAPPEN NEXT!!!!
4) stay tuned..

5) dun kill the writer..