The door opened...
'OH GOODNESS WHOES THERE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" you thought panicking as they saw you, your best friend, they stood there staring at you... How were you going to explain this one?
"What in the word ae you doing?" your best friend sounded kind of disappointed in you, but what did they expect from you, you had always been like this.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh... bjdsah?" you said words not forming, you panicked and that was all you could say before accidently hitting your chin on the table and you started crying.
"Lets take you to the hospital." They responded, and you followed them out the door before you heard them say one last thing.
"I got you cheese."
You stared at them with a 'say one more word and I'll punch you in the head' face. and walked out the door, but it was locked once again.
"It's a push, not pull."
And to that you screamed in pain, in destress and sadness.
"I hate door's" you said looking at the ground still irritated by the splinters on your tongue.
"I know you hate doors, I know you do."
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I EAT TABLES FOR DINNER.
HumorI EAT TABLES FOR DINNER. A story about being left alone in a house with no color limited food and one colored table. ORIGINAL STORY. PURELY MADE TO ANNOY AND FREAK OUT MY FRIENDS. DONT COME FOR ME OR I WILL STEAL YOUR FAVIORITE PARE OF GOOD SOCKS AN...
