Autobiography

Hiii, :) I'm Araul Yeniag. I was born in Czek but raised in the States. Currently I live in a box. The birds feed me biscuits. I have named each bird accordingly: Ohh, Pretty, and Bird. People don't particulary like me. I think it's because I throw volleyballs at their cars as they pass my lonely box.

My friend, Belac Regal, and I travel under the sea to his hometown together. It's really nice in Seashell City. His parents get quite absorbed in their coversations. I guess this makes sense being that they are sponges. Sometimes it's rather difficult to look at Belac. He has these really big teeth and holes everywhere.

Anyways, back before my school burned down during a tragic sporting event, my life was good. I lived in a dumpster then. It was warmer during the winter. My favorite teacher, Mrs. (enter Greek last name here), really had a way of teaching. Her biggest downfall however, was her obsession with blogs. A few students were sent to the hospital because of broken fingers.

I'm sitting next to Belac now. He hasn't changed much over the years. He won't quit whining about how terrible he feels. I keep explaining to him that he takes a soak he'll feel very moisturized and refreshed. No matter though, because he doesn't listen. It's not very suprising. He doesn't have ears, just holes on the side of his head.

I have now realized how often I talk about Belac. I think I'm in love with him...

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