Bella shyly walked into science class, the porcelain floors squeaked against my limited edition pegasus 36 Nike shoes. I could feel my science teacher staring at them, he was jealous of my shoes, they were quite high quality. #sisfinnagoslay. anyways, i sat next to cullen even though amelia is 10x hotter and smeggsier i sat next to him because i am very a straight woman. #cisgender.
"hey cullen" i said, tucking my brown golden dark straight shiny hairy luscious flowy fluffy shampoo ad hair advertising locks behind my ear.
"ello there m'lday." Cullen replied scottishly, he pulled up a kids mask that made him feel things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). i too pulled up mine aswell because i realized i was not wearing bright red lipstick as a proper lady should, it was too embarrassing to be a masculine women lady. although i am very quirky because i am not feminine and therefore better than other girls. i decided to pull my mask down to show off that i infact was not wearing makeup which made me an alpha female gorlie.
before cullen senpai san kun chan kouhai could react the science teacher began talking about microscopes and slides. we did as we were instructed. speaking of slides, my science teacher was wearing fake rip off gucci slides, as a true discord mod he was. i had a feeling he was, he often called other students or teachers "kitten" or referred to himself as alpha male or daddy. it was quite disturbing and not humorous in any possible.
when the lesson was over i felt cullen examining at me. was it that i was not wearing makeup like a typical famine-no excuse me female specimen? i know I'm so quirky but please omg stop it owo uwu unu qnq 0w0.
i stretched my upper lip muscles back at him, hoping to charm him with my masculine but a still feminine quirky different type of vibe. i turned around not sure of what else to say, as an awkward non feminine girl it was hard for me to interact sometimes unless it was about books or game, I'm not into any other stuff that g-g-g-g-girls like.
i started to head the bookshop, looking at the ben Shapiro wiki page for some interesting new facts! i wonder whose his mother is, however i found nothing and came to the conclusion that she does not exist. i sat by the bookshop looking for masculine men to intend to indirectly flirt with by looking at him and occasionally smiling and showing that i wasn't feminine and extremely quirky and cute uwu. i finally headed inside after realizing not all men were looking at me and I felt hurt by that and started to cry, hoping to woo some men. although no one noticed and I finally picked out a book to read, it was called, do you ever feel like a plastic bag? it sounded very deep and a great book.
i walked to the park striding like a non feminine men, sitting by the fountain and gazed up dreamily at the sky ignoring my book entirely even though my entire personality is based off of being quirky and liking books ahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahah. i heard footsteps and a growl my way, finally a hopefully subjectively attractive male specimen made to marry me and do my bidding.
"Ay mate! Whatcha got there pookie bear?" A a tall pale man with a watercolor tattoo of quackity quack quack on his forearm approached me. He was wearing a dream smp shirt proudly as he flexed his muscles.
"Oh!" I looked up at him, wow! it is an attractive male man?!?!?!??!?! crazy. "I have the book, do you ever feel like a plastic bag?" I answered sweetly, batting my lashes but not in a feminine like way! that would be heresy.
"bloody hell! haven't heard of that one in years, truly a classic" he responded, leaning against the fountain, getting half of his body wet as if it was a telephone pole that one would stereotypically lean against on as they were hitting on a woman. it was quite the common trope in movies.
"really? i haven't started yet, It is quite reassuring to hear that i chose a good read. do you like reading a lot?" i continued the conversation cleverly, thinking of way to get this mysterious smart man to date me so i can brag that i have a boyfriend despite me not being a typical feminine girl, how crazy is that?!?!??!?! "whats your name?"
"the names marshall, how bout chew?" he questioned, leaning more on the fountain, he was now thoroughly soaked, but it was so admirable on how he was getting completely wet for no reason just for me!
"my names bella, its a pleasure to meet you." i shook his hand, to show that although i was not feminine, i was still a polite and pleasurable person to be around. "i think ill get to reading this book, here's my number." i asserted dominace, politely though, to show that i was an independent woman.
we exchanged numbers and i started to read my book, and when i finished i did some research on it, it was infact a classic. marshall is so smart!
i headed home and started to text him, we had a long conversation on books. and then suddenly something odd happened...
he asked who he was texting.
did he forget?
i eagerly told him that it was me bella over text.
he was so confused!
just what is happening?
