Stuck in the Womb

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So we took this HUGE test worth everything. The most important test of the school year, and we took it today.

Well, at least for writing.

We had to write a full out final draft essay, and had three hours.

I finished in twenty minutes, so. . .

Anyways , so after the test [twenty minutes of writing on a computer, twenty minutes of copying it onto a sheet of paper to prolong submitting it, thirty minutes of finishing reading Insurgent, two hours of rubbing my eyes, and ten minutes of pointing out the mistakes in the kid next to me paper. He spelled Katniss wrong. . . ] we had lunch.

After that painful memory.

We went outside where the public playground thingy is.

So, thus where the playground story starts.

First I hung out by the stripper training pole [this pole with another swirly pole wrapped around it to slide down. My friends come up with really creative names. Though technically Tramaine came up with it when he slid down it saying he's a stripper and we should throw cash at him]

Then, I went over to the baby slide and took turns sliding down it with Maria and Kania.

After being idiots, we went over to where a few friends were standing. Sydney told us how her prompt was to talk about saving money and she put on her paper, "When I dream of saving money I dream that I'm swimming in a pool of cash behind my mansion but instead I'm stuck here in school writing this stupid paper."

We all congratulated her on her instant pass. [she is so going to fail]

After that we talked about how if we were seeing strippers we'd be those people bringing coin dispensers and making it rain pennies.

Afterwards, I went with Shayla, Maria, Kania, Clarissa, and somewhat Jamie where we sung random songs for thirty minutes.

This is when the story of the womb starts.

I walked over [by myself] to this opening before a slide.

John, Kyree, Sydney, Kylie, Justin, Kirstin, Danielle, and a few others were all sitting there. They started to joke we were all in a womb and that to go through the slide meant you were to be birthed. [because the slide entrance was proclaimed a vagina by someone. I forget who xD]

Then at one point Tramaine jumped on everyone [there was literally no room anymore] and Sydney was half way pushed through the side. [later this led to the joke where we felt bad for the mom because she was probably having two black legs sticking out. . . And Justin was standing so we made the joke there was probably this large part of her side sticking out xD]

A few more people came together and we started having random conversations.

Then Tramaine said, "I'd rather suck a d*** than be bald." [Tramaine is very openly gay, here. So. . . ]

Then my lovely friend Cheese told him, "I'd let you suck my d*** if I had one. I can grow one, though. . ."

And then I, with a horrified look on my face, told my other friends who didn't hear what she said.

Eventually there were fifteen of us [probably more.]

White kids being me, Justin, Austin, Kylie, Danielle, Kirstin, Austin, and John. [May have missed some people]

Black [Though some call themselves brown] people being Sydney, Cheese, Kania, and that one other guy I don't know.

Hispanic kids being. . . Well, just Maria.

Then there was Kyree and Tramaine who's um. . . Whatever the word is called. . . Yeah, I'm not sure what they are. Kyree MIGHT be 'Brown' but I'm honestly not sure.

Okay, this is turning racist. . . I'm sorry.

Anyways, so we're all mixed together in a 'womb' this led to talking about how we just all have different baby daddies here.

My friends all swear and a teacher heard and came over and told us we should talk quieter so we don't get busted [I wish I knew that teacher's name xD]

Eventually the teachers said we had to go back inside so we all slid down the side to be born.

Sydney was the oldest [because she came out first], I remember I came after Kirstin, and Justin was the youngest because he came out last.

So yeah. . . I had a pretty interesting day. xD

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