Liam
18 years old
Conyers, GA
Male
About
Monday, January 19, 2008. That's the day I decided to write this story, a story of a man that enjoys learning to know expense. A detective of sorts that trys to figure out the possibility to everything. Following clues that only he can see and reaking havoc if its needed. His name is William, but people call him Wolf. He owns his own detective agency "Grazer". William had always been interested in puzzles and unique answers, and on the night of Friday the Thirteenth (You know those stories where the narrator enterupes the story for some strange reason to tell the reader something? Yeah, this is one of those stories.) (Friday the Thirteenth is so cliche) he would receive the biggest one of all.
"I need you to write your biography ... What kind of person asks someone to write about themselves" William said outloud "She must be insanely stupid. Don't people normally get ghost writers for this type of stuff? Now I'm going to have to hire someone to follow me around and jot down everything I do." *Clump, Clump* "Hmm, someone must be at the door" (Someone must also be knocking on the door retard-idly for it to make a sound like Clump) Rushing to the door William tripped over a stack of notebooks that he had gotten from upstairs earlier (He tripped because he's a idiot ... who trips over their own notebooks? Seriously.) "Ah, I forgot all about them" He picked the books up and hurried back to his desk *Clump, Clump* (Hellooooo remember retarded person at the door!) "Oh snap! I forgot the door" (Seriously, Oh Snap? Might as well added Batman to the end of it and became the Boy Wonder himself.)
(Finally making it to the door because hey take your time ...) William makes it to the door and opens it (Naw Shit) "Hello" he says to a man (HA! You thought it was going to be a very sexy women at the door didn't you!) the size of a tree "Madam" he said "We're at the right place" "Finally, you took forever getting here" said a beautiful women as she emerged from behind the tree sized fellow "and what the hell took you so long with openin...." *Slam* "Okay, she'll knock on the door and be more polite this time in three ... two ... one" *Clump, Clump* (Obviously a tree sized dude would make a Clumping noise. I wouldn't open the door if I were you. You might end up getting thrown into the trunk of a car after being hog tied) "Hmm She can't do anything for herself can she?" William quickly opens the door "Excuse me" the women said "I'm extremely sorry for being rude earlier" "That's fine. It doesn't really matter. I take it you have a case for me." William Respond (Naw Shit Sherlock... I know I sure as hell wouldn't get my monster body guard to knock your door off its hinges if I had no use for you!) .....
