Clara the She-man POV:
"Mom I swear it felt real."
"For the love of god shut the fuck up and finish your cereal. Your Dad made sure to make it for you before he went to work, so finish it."
"You're making it sound like pouring milk into a bowl is such hard work. Plus this milk tastes funny." I twirl the substance around with my spoon. It was sticking to it. It looked Almost like- Oh god.
"I don't care what it tastes like, eat it and get ready for school. And stop talking about that weird dream. Write it on paper or some shit. You know the kids already think you're weird."
" I did last night. And they think I'm weird because on the first day of school you told the whole school on the intercom I was a chronic Masturbator and liked to watch Animal porn instead of real porn."
She shrugs and continues washing the dishes.
"Well it's true. Plus I thought it would get you in with the ladies."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah I would definitely get in with the ladies. Those so called ladies always ask me 'Which arm is bigger?' In the halls."
She laughs. "Oh my god. I should've also told them you smell my underwear while doing it. I wonder if they'll start to ask you if you love old pussy too!" She continues laughing uncontrollably.
"MOM! How the fuck do you even know all of this!"
"You don't even close the door when you masturbate," She says still laughing. "Now hurry up or you're going to be late."
I grumble and push out of my chair. I race upstairs and into my room. I pull open my drawer and pull out my gun.
Yeah I was a school shooter. Cause I'm a white boy and that's what I do.
I stuff it into my boxers next to my balls. I pull on my backpack and head back downstairs.
"Mom I'm leaving!"
"Okay! Bye my little school shooter!"
How the fuck does she know that too!
"You left the pistol on your bed one day," She says followed by laughing. I walk out of the door, slamming it after me.
I'm going to show her. I'm going to show everyone I'm the best school shooter there was.
I race down the blocks to school. As I approach it I reach down and clutch my gun.
"Ew! Don't masturbate in public you weirdo!" A girl passing by yells. That only fuels me more. I reach into my pants and pull out my gun. I aim it at her head.
"What did you say bitch?"
Her eyes widen at my pistol and she immediately puts her hands up. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Yeah that's what I thought bitch. Now get on the floor and suck this dick." I reach down and pull it out.
Her eyes glance down. Her hand drops to her sides and then to her stomach as she clutches it while laughing.
"OH MY GOD! You got a tiny cock! What is there to suck?!"
"Shut up and do it!" I knew it was tiny. My mom lied to me. 'You've got a very big cock sweetie' she said. I should've known she was lying when she laughed after saying it.
"Do you have some Asian blood in you white boy?"
I cock my gun and aim it at her side ways. "You bitch!" I pull the trigger and blow her brains out.
I kick her dead body and walk into school. I aim my gun at everyone. "Fuck is you looking at nigga!" I say to this one black guy. He instantly holds his balls and reveals his AK.
"What you say white boy?" He starts approaching me. Slowly my confidence crumbles.
"I sai-said. The fuck is yo-"
"WHAT YOU SAY NIGGA?!" He says close to my face, spitting all over it with his stank breath."I-I" I stutter.
"What is this puto saying!" A mexican says behind me. Instantly a whole crew crowds me.
I drop my gun and hold my own hands up. I'm punched in the face before I'm kicked in the nuts. I crumple to the floor where I'm kicked repeatedly."This lil nigga tried to come in and shoot up the school! Dumbass bitch!"
"Look at this punk ass nigga. He just a little pussy white boy thinking he can shoot up schools," they say as they stomp me in.
After one last kick the black guy bends down and whispers in my ear. "Any thing else you wanna say you lil pussy?"
I spit my blood on the floor and look at him from the corner of my eye.
"Suck these nuts. And read my book plotless."
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A/N: WELL THAT'S THE END GUYS! I loved participating in this, and love the authors I worked with on this book. K@ kat, kai-Kkk hehe. Allie, Ginita, and Dernisha. Love you guy's! And as always I ended the week on God's day! Cya guys later.
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