Boom Kabam, the door flew off it hinges and I made my epic entrance. "You're late." "Lmao."
I super awesomely dragged my besties to the bleachers and every-day-I'm-shuffling into our spot. "You're gonna get written up for this." "Lol"
Time ended, I'm schamoving to my next class, liter ate chur, bOOM! door? gone. On that grind 24/7/365 nonstop. Slide like a tin can into my seat, png exlposion, class begins. I'm being EDUCATED. cool. Some fella smella sits next to me, icky, stinky, poo.
Not today, I say as I leap gracefully to the bathroom in elegant fashion. How's my bladder doing you may be asking? You shouldn't have, it's gone. PSHHHHHHHH, pee pee go flush. Back on the track to class but what's this? A no-good doer? In my hallway? Disgustang. I glare at them, flapping my eyelashes like the wings they are as I steadily fly my way to my classroom.
But to my horror, class has ended, and my helicopter is going out of control. Spinning frantically like a leaf in hurricane, I slap into a wall, not onto, into. Inside the wall I hiss and scuttle along the pipes like a cockroach, gnawing into the vents and making my way back to class. M y b a g i s g o n e . Clearly the doing of a no-good doer. I'm shock, shock I say, as i see but who? Larry. My arch nemesis. Screech as I crash through the ceiling I perform a move only one who played Hollow Knight would know, steadily going into hopper formation. I jump, soaring into the air as I crash back down into the classroom floor, sending debris flying everywhere. The bully is stunned. Perfect.
Lengthening my arms, littered with cuts from how depression I am, I grab the bully and easily separate his torso and waist, tossing him out the window as he flops away like a slinky. I am slowly rising the ranks of popularity. Now to find the sacred object, T H E B A G . Quickly, I transformers out of there while transitioning to the opposite gender. However, my transmission to HQ is cut as I am stopped by no other than the HALL MONITOR. It's literally just a carbon copy of Karen from Spongebob. Ending the technological device, I go into an athletic sprint towards the locker rooms, flying through the air like a torpedo.
Stock image of explosion, I crash through the locker room into the janitors closet. This is not where I want to be. I can already feel the slime riveting inside my veins as I crack my remaining bones like glow sticks and crawl back to the locker room on all fours. Sniffing the air with my antennas, I halt. T h e b a g i s h e r e. Detaching my jaw, I shoot my tongue out, latching it onto both a locker and a fellow classmate. My tongue retracts, sending both the woman and the locker flying back into my gaping throat hole.
The holy opening is revealed as my ribs separate, allowing passage for my bag to slump out in a heap of slime. Nibbling through the fabric like a squirrel I free the confines as to which my lunch was trapped in only to find to my horror, it was empty all along.
I starved, the end.
