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I'm not stalking I'm just investigating:
Chapter 2
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I can't concentrate.
Why the hell do I even need to learn about this? When am I ever gonna need to use a protractor in my life? When am I ever gonna need ALGEBA? This is why I HATE school...
Learning how many strands of hair Malak has seems more interesting. 👀🙃
Or learning how many times he's picked his nose or how many times he's bitten his nails. Oh lord!
I COULD STORE HIS NAIL CLIPPINGS IN A TINY WOODEN BOX!! That's what I did when I went to a Justin Bieber concert. I was backstage, enjoying the sound of screaming fans when I saw Justin biting his nails. Two seconds later, a tiny nail clipping fell to the ground. I still have it stashed behind my bed till this day. 🙃🌚🙈
I wonder what Malak's toe nails taste like?
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LMAOOO SORRYYY I HAD TOO!!! 😂😂😂😂
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As I was watching the teacher gallop around the class room, my eyes felt tired and I plopped down on my desk.
Two minutes later I was woken up by a loud tapping on my desk.
" Miss student, as much as I'm happy to see you've taken an interest on how fascinating the floor is, I would much appreciate your eyes to the front of the class room" the teacher grinned, causing the whole class to turn around and laugh at me.
How? JUST HOW? DOES THIS MAN? THINK ITS ACCEPTABLE TO INTERRUPT MY SLEEP? DOES HE SEE ME COMING UP IN HIS HOUSE, JUMPING ON HIS BED, TAPPING HIM ON HIS FLIPPING EAR, AND INTERRUPTING HIS SLEEP?
What kind of nonsense is this? I should report this to the principle. NOOO! Not even the principle!
The president!
We'll see who's gonna be concentrating then🙄💀🔥
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All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain shoot up my nose. My hands quickly covered my mouth as I prepared for the sneeze that was about to unfold.
In a matter of seconds, my face screwed up and my mouth opened wide as a long piece of stripy bogey shot it's way out my nose and into my hands.
The whole class turned around pointing fingers. Malak's face turned around in disgust. My feet bolted to the toilet, leaving the room with an erupting sound of laughter.
I washed my hands and threw water at my face.
And guess what?
Not one of them suckers said
"BLESS YOU" 😑
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I'm not stalking I'm just investigating.
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