pancake[Me]: Shit we had homework?!
Marge[Amber]: FMLf
Homer[Asher]: Srsly?
Lisa[Zac]: Uh...who changed my username?
Marge: What was it?
pancake: Make rat poison successfully, with substances in your kitchen
I pooped[Mia]: Uh...can we acknowledge the fact that I did my homework?
Me; Mia, you goody no shoes, you always do your homework
Marge: Now we're going to get into trouble thanks a lot
Homer: You could have at least told us
I pooped: I had no idea, I thought you'd done it
Lisa: Mia, babe, are we the types to do our homework?
Me: Lisa has a point *ft me dying from laughing*
Lisa: Shut up
Homer: Where's the stale bread today?
Me: Ryan's gone awhol
Marge: Oh...how was your date
Lisa: Oooo
I pooped: There was a date?
Homer: Spill the tea girrrl
Marge: ...Asher?
Lisa: ...
pancake: No beans sorry...bye
In truth, I have no idea where Ryan is.
I don't wanna think about last night....
........no
We're all located somewhere in the school, too lazy to look up from our screens.
I'm in the hallway alone aside from people crowding around me.
Brandy's coming in my direction.
Ugh the ugly fake blonde with her false eyebrows and false boobs.
I hate that bitch, during our last poisons class she put my hair over the lit Bunsen burner trying to set me on fire.
Yes...my hair.
Well, it's recovering.
I just need to get my revenge then I'll forget about her.
"Well if it isn't the slut herself." She walks right into my face with her red bottom 9 inch heels she is barely waddling in.
"Yes, you called bitch?" She rolls her eyes and pulls out a sparkly pen.
"What are you going to do? Write on me?" I ask barely containing my laughter.
She looks around quickly, takes the lid off with her teeth and presses her forearm against my neck, forcing me to collide with my locker.
Ok, this is pissing me off.
Something shiny, oh...it's a tiny blade.
Her eyes are wild with excitement as she slowly traces the knife down my cheek to my collarbone.
My blood pumps so slowly, it's alarming. I'm used to this shit.
She presses it hard against my neck and says, "Stay away from Ryan. He's mine."
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The laundromat_Angel | BWWM
HumorHe shakes visibly, fear rolling off of him. "I..I..I didn't do shit!!" He says. I roar with laughter and nearly fall over backwards. "Oh, so you're constipated?!" Lena is just a constantly bloated buffoon who got kidnapped by some mafia dude.
