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i leave my room with murderous intent. i want to kill. i  grabbed my glock from my pillow and went to the kitchen. i find my dad frying bologna , poor him he will die.

"hi honey what are you-" i cut him off by shooting him in the middle of his eyes. i'm done with his shit. i grab my lighting mcqueen rolling backpack and shove my glock up my chooch. i walk up to miguel's apartment, and it reeks of weed. i kick open the door and see miguel and his old ass grandma.

"want some pot?" the old bitch asks.

"yes." after a smoke session with the grandma, i give them a proposition.

"do u guys want to kill some bitches w me?" i ask

"fuck yes." the granma says.

"sure, i have nothing else to do." miguel agrees. i pull two flicks out of my anus, handing it to them.

we all power scooter to school. when we get inside, we shoot.

"plz don't kill me bbu. i luv u🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺." sam says to miguel.

"fuck u u stupid whore." miguel says as he shoots her in the cooch, killing her.

finally, i get to hawk.

"plz don't kill me. i #loveyou and i want to #haveurbabies🥺🥺😡🥺🥺." hawk begs.

"i don't give a fuck. fucking stupid mohawk ass bitch." i say and i shoot him in the small ass pee pee on his legs.

"you're a bitch, and i don't love you. i am in love with," he says, looking at the grandma, "i am in love w u bby🥺."

hawk stands up, making his dick fall off in the process. then a horse comes riding in, stepping over the dead bodies.

"come on, let's go." he says, holding out his hand to the high bitch.

"okay." she says, dropping the glock. she gets onto the horse and they look down at miguel and i.

"well fuck u then. IM IN LOVE WITH MIGUEL HA-HA." i yell at him. hawk and the grandma begin riding away, and miguel and i make tender love in the school, and the dead people watch. i feel like i'm in a ritual.

when we're done a zebra comes in, and we ride off into the sunset together.

"jokes on that old bitch. i took her weed." i say as i get on the zebra behind miguel, smoking the old slut's weed.

the end.

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