I start off my day with a sock on my face.
"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤"
Someone synced to me.
"Hello?"
"what are you doing here?"
I ignore them and stand up.
shit Im in school.I kneel to pick the sock up.I was crusty and hard so I drop it and sanitize my hands.
probably a twelve year old boy watching porn on the computors.
I walk into the bathroom and untangle my locks.I do my makeup and leave. I have to find out what happened.
did I hook up with someone?
did I get too tired?
did I collapse?
did I do it out of my own will?
did I get knocked out?
I walk towards the door in hopes of finding a teacher.A man that wouldst ask questions.like Mr Trumble,Mr Osman or Mr Senior.
I walk around the entire school.
Nothing.
Nobody.
I was alone other than one person.
Time passes bye slower than the speed I walk to purposely be late to my lessons.
I walk into a random room.A science room. R6 I walk into the storage room. I mumble to myself, "surprised this shit ain't locked." I dig deep through years worth of dust and find a lab coat along with circular glasses, a skirt and shirt.All in my size good thing so people wont think I slept in school.
hours pass and teachers begin walking in so I walk into Mr Trumble's room as he would understand and not kick me out.He hasn't arrived and I'm sat at his desk staring out the window in hopes to see him but nothing.
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Out Of My League
SachbücherThis story is a joke I was messing with my friend earlier saying we should make a wattpad story with our maths teachers soo this is the outcome and their @ on tt is bees_nutz go follow them and say nothing
