Once upon a time-- no. Let's not start my awesome story like that. It's cliché and I hate cliché things. Even small cliché things, like for example, my best friend wears this white puffed sleeve blouse almost every Wednesday, and I don't even like it- but don't tell her I told you so. And why I don't like it, you say? Because it's cliché! It's an overused idea of hers since her mom gave it to her as a birthday gift back when we she was still four, and I was eight at that time. And you're probably wondering why we have this huge gap in our ages. It's a secret. But anyways, I don't like it but I didn't have a brave soul to confront it to her.
Even though we're very close, I would only tell her secrets when I'm comfortable and confident about it. Like this one instance, when I was celebrating my ninth birthday- and of course she was five- I accidentally stepped on a very small orange insect. It was an ant, I think. So I cried because of it and I didn't tell her 'cause she might report me to the police authority and have me jailed. Oh, the poor thing!
Oh my, it seemed like I have been rambling all this time.
That I think was the prologue.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is not going to be my story, it's going to be someone else's.
Do you want to know? or you already know?
Clue? You want to guess? Alright.
That person can be found in the kitchen, or in the ocean and even in a castle!
Yes, you're correct. You just won one hundred... cents. Can I give it to you tomorrow? I forgot my wallet. Er, I left it in my limo. Don't believe me? Fine. I have two of them, stuck in a place where horses have thorns and you can create cotton candy out of the clouds in the sky.
So this is about SpongeBob, my best friend.
A kind of person who loves yellow and has this funny gap between her two front teeth, that when she's in the water, a strand of seaweed would get stuck between there. Now, don't laugh. I find it cute actually and that's one of the reasons why I like her as my best friend. She's very beautiful because she has a complete set of Braille alphabets on her fair face. And remember how she wears this blouse that I hate? It even comes with a long black tie!
I'll give you a random fact. She has Einstein intelligence. She raises her hand every time the teachers ask the class the questions, why, who, when, how, what and to mention, explain, verify and solve. She also loves sports especially taekwondo and of course, swimming! With her water ability, she has saved me from the dark monster named Kankredor. And you know the best thing about that? She killed him with her own fist and cuteness. Yes, Kankredor's weakness is beauty. SpongeBob killed him when she was five, and because she's very cute, Kankredor died.
What you're confused? She's still a kid, eh? Don't underestimate my best friend. She's small but terrible!
So now, you know about her.
The main conflict of her almost perfect life is that she's an orphan. Her father died during World War One and a Half. You didn't hear about that? You should study History more. Pssh.
And now, she lives with her ugly stepmother and her two ugly stepsisters in a castle that looked like Disney's. Even at the age of three, she started cooking her own pancakes. And because her step family was so rude, she got locked in a dungeon, but of course, she always have this purple dragon named Barney as her little company in her dark cold room.
And so, there was this one time, her step family went out for shopping and my dear SpongeBob was doing household chores. What can I say? She's like the beautiful girl on Ella Enchanted who has been a very obedient girl. Unfortunately, there was a robber, but fortunately her cuteness killed the robber. And yes, she won!
When her step family heard the news, they started loving her as if she was the most precious thing in the whole world.
And they all lived happily ever after.
ugh. Again, that was a cliche' ending. You know I hate things like that---
What?
Okay, I'll stop now.
Bye. Ah... yes, goodbye.
Spoiler
I can't even say anything about this story. Even though I wrote this in two hours, I still couldn't believe I've written a story like this. 

