It's been a while since I got my pimple papers down and ready to go, but they are working better than ever. Most people ignore me, except those that know my pimples are fake.
I head off to school, taking the bus there. I don't have to walk there anymore considering how fit I am already. I walk in to class but for whatever reason, there are way more people trying to talk to me today.
I reach class and immediately, Jason Loh comes to apologise to me. This is bad. After listening to his speech, I rush over to the toilet to check my face. I almost die from shock. I forgot my fake pimples!
This means that I have to go through all of my torture again. I have to go and put my fake pimples back on slowly. This sucks.
Reluctantly, I head back to class and get ready to suffer.
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the diaries of a pubescent boy
Humoralex tan has problems controlling the demands of his puberty
