It was very strange, the day was not any bright and shiny, it was dark and stormy. That makes complete sense though, because I have never woken up at 4:00 in the morning ever before. 

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And I heard tapping. 

"Jack!" Milly screamed, I mean totally screamed, "What'chu doin'? Get out now!" 

"Go away, I'm crapping!" 

"How many years does it takes to poop?" Milly asked? It was a rather explicit question. 

(Does this question really makes this story mature? Please comment.) 

The pooping process was complete, completely. And after that I had a bath and had breakfast. And after that Milly had a bath and had lunch. (it was pretty late at that time. 

Interestingly, we finished packing before 2:00 PM. (which was a miracle.) And more interestingly we still have some time left with us. And we played computer games. 

Milly is 4 years older than me. I call her Oldie. 

I'm am a boy. I'm known as Mark Zuckerburg. 

(damn autocorrect!)

Zark Muckerburg, I mean. But you can call me Alex, 'cause nobody calls me by that name no matter how hard I fry. 

I mean I try. 

And we're going to the beach, which is many-a-many miles away from here, it is meant to be an interesting journey. 

No adventures. 

Please. 

No adventures. 

You know, how hard it is to control the excitement when we're going to somewhere we've never been before. 

But someone is always into my business when I don't want to. And that 'special someone' is my older sister, Milly. I don't have any younger sister though, so I'll just refer her to as my sister instead of my older sister. 

So I was talking about Milly, she doesn't mind her business, and always trying to ruin every nano second of my life. Today she's scaring me how the beach comes to life in the night and kidnaps children and make tasty and yummy jam from them. (which is a bit cool though.)

I don't want to hear it but she keeps on telling me. 

Unfortunately, I don't get to kick her butt very often. 

She should be greatful to me as it's me who is the reason she can go the bleach. 

Damn. 

The beach. 

We friends planned it this summer. It all goes to Larry, only because of him, and his parents, we get to go to the BEACH! The enormous, sandy, sulky beach. 

Mary was so happy, she said she could kiss him. And Larry said with pleasure. Mary said no thanks. 

And then I said I could kiss him. Larry said no thanks. 

NOBODY LOVES ME!!! 

Norman said he could kiss his butt. 

We told him to stop. 

Well, it's three o'clock now, I told Milly we should be going. 

We have to go to Parkinson street, where, at 3:30 PM, Larry father would come in his car to pick us up. 

My other friends and Milly's friends would be there too. 

The only reason Larry's father is taking this trip with us is to check his new Longman's LongCar12345, a new model from Longman's. Larry calls it "my awesome carrrrr!!!", we call it "the dump." 

Anyway, I said that we'd have to reach Parkinson street, which is a kind of adventure... THOUGH... 

PLEASE IMPATIENTLY WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!