Nickelodeons P.O.V:
I strutted into Lema's, and Kool-Kat-Gemma-Gemma's dressing room. Lema hid a gun under he dress, "Now she can't say 'No'.. Oh hey, Ni! Are you excited for the wedding? I sure am! I'M SO HAPPY I'M GETTING MARRIED" she gritted behind closed teeth.
"To be honest-"
"You're straight?" She tried to finish.
"What? No! I'm still gay.. bitch" I mumbled under my breathe. "I think the baby's almost due!" I started to sweat. "Well no shit. The baby bump is bigger than your own head! How do you not have a broken neck right now?" Lema asked.
By now, my head was past 3 feet, I could no longer sit at the front of the class anymore. Blood started to ooze from my finger nails, "Oh! He's kicking!". When your finger nails bled, it meant that your child was kicking. For men, carrying a child lasts about a week or so.
Kool-Kat-Gemma-Gemma stayed quiet.
Why.
The wedding began! "Gotta go, ladies!" I shouted, and walked/jogged out the door. I took my seat, and admired Legan, and Morgan's cat tuxes. There outfits were made entirely out of Russian and Japanese cats. The cats were alive, and well (Imported I guess).
The music began, and we all became quiet. The doors opened, Lema, and Kool-Kat-Gemma-Gemma walked out holding dead birds as flowers.
The 2 girls approached there soon to be spouses.
The pastor talked about boring ass shit that nobody cares about. Blah,BLah,BLAh,BLAH. NOBODY FUCKING CARES. Where's the cake?! I don't fuckin' caaareee.
"Wait!" Somebody shouted. Bema! Lema's twin brother! Everybody stared at him.
"Legan! Don't please! I love you! Don't you remember when I bought you Taco Bell? It was our first date!" Bema explained.
"And our only one" Legan disagreed.
"You can't do this, I honestly don't even think your a lesbian. You're just being a rebel teenager!"
"First of all, on my profile I SAID I was a lesbian. Second, I'm (None yo bizzy) years old! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE" Legan shouted. "Wait. You were cheating on me with my brother?" Lema asked. A long pause fell through the room. "Yes". Tears came into Lema's eyes. "NOW YOU MUST DIE" Lema screamed, she pulled out the gun under her dress, and pointed it at Legan.
"Wait don't shoot!! I'm pregnant!" Legan shouted. Lema only laughed. "Everybody knows that when you pregnant, you don't get seizures, and you had 6 today!". Lema shot the gun hitting Legan in the sholder. My head hurt. Badly.
I felt something running down my ear, onto my neck. BLOOD. "MY BLOOD SACK BROKE! I'M GOING INTO LABOR" I screamed.
