"Sooner or later
the king must fall from his throne
but today
is not that day"
Destiny is ranting about her feminism shit as usual on the steps leading into the school.
Yuri hates it when she does this. Feminism is so fucking unnecessary, he thinks.
According to his father, feminist are man- hating bitches who want to kill off all the men and have a world full of lesbians.
Which is odd because as far as he knows, which isn't much to be honest, Destiny isn't a man hating or a lesbian.
He doesn't really know though- or care. He's just trying to get into the fucking school building so he can go find his 'friends' and grab a joint from one of them.
Suddenly, a girl with light brown eyes and a timid smile stands in front of him.
He scowls at her and tries to move past her, but she remains in the way.
"What the fuck, can you move?" He demands in annoyance.
She, at first, flicked, but then her back straightens in fake confidence.
Yuri knows that look, he knows it well. He has practically mastered it himself.
"Uh, hey Yuri, you don't know me that well but I'm Sarah."
Yuri looks down at her with disinterest. "Cool. Now move."
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Mr. Misty Eyed
Short Story"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain
