Livy Wivy's Crazy Birthday Adventure

Chapter 1

Olivia's P.O.V

*Beep Beep* I heard the sound of my alarm clock and groaned. Ugh it's too early for this. I picked up my purple bedazzled iPhone 5C and checked my notifications. The Sturniolo Triplets are doing a meet and greet in Virginia on June 13th. "OMG!" I yelped, sprinting down the stairs. "MOM THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS ARE GOING TO BE HERE ON MY BIRTHDAY YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!" My mom who was making me a scrumptious, delicious, creamy bowl of porridge looked up at me with her emerald green orbs and said "Fuck no". I was absolutely hornswoggled, it felt like my world was turned upside down. I felt the blood rush to my little piggies as I stomped on the floor, winding up like a horse at the Kentucky derby. "MOM PLEASE". She responded saying "No you ungrateful bitch, get your ass to school." I scoffed and turned around, walking my petite, submissive frame out of the front door. Fuck you and your porridge. More like whoreridge.

I walked onto the school bus and all of a sudden I felt a tingling sensation in my feet. And elsewhere... But I won't say that here because I am a lady! Amen. Anyway, I decided to unlace my black platform knee-high converse to see what the ruckus was all about. I slid my pink sparkly reversible sequin socks off of my feet and looked down to see penguin feet where my stinky, hairy, fungus filled feet should have been. *Gulp*

Everyone, point and laugh!!! I wiggled my flippers in disgust. In fear. In... arousement. I pulled my Hello Kitty headphones over my Charlie Spring sized ears. Even Lil Dickey can't save me now.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Both pairs of cheeks. I couldn't go to first period 6th grade music class looking like a fool. I peer to the bus seat next to me, and a pair of glowing yellow Crocs glowing like a chunk of cheese in the meat and dairy aisle at Stop & Shop catches my eye. I noticed that his Fortnite undies are dropped to his ankles, hugging his Crocs like my favorite cuisine, pigs in a blanket. I look up to see the young lad fiddling with his member. Oh.. oh my! He proceeds to wink at me, as several cans of Eazy Cheese erupt out of his backpack, tumbling all over the bus floor. One hits my flipper. Uwu! That was hot. All of a sudden, the bus screeches to a halt. The fiddling concludes.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!!!" Uh oh. The awfully plump bus driver looks as if he's about to combust as i watch him in the mirror. His neck turns as red as a burnt hog dog on a crisp August evening. " I told you, Jason. No..... More.... Eazy Cheese!!!!!!!" The plump man, wearing his skin tight, cropped Wheelie t-shirt comes stomping towards Jason, trying to collect his Eazy Cheese, whilst also attempting to conceal his rather large ding-a-ling. A man of many talents. Each stomp takes off about 10 years from my life span. The bus driver smells putrid, absolutely rancid. Or could it be the cheese?

"BE GONE!!!!!" The bus driver snatches Jason by the ear, and drags him down the bus aisle. Heads turn as we see the Mexican cheddar Crocs drag down the row, hitting now empty cans of Eazy cheese along the way. He is flung out of the bus like a boomerang that is never destined to return. The bus driver plops back down on his seat. The whole back row of the bus shoots up as a result of the abrupt shift in weight just like the good old days on the seesaw with Grandpappy Carl. The bus driver slams on the breaks, and we hit a bump. *GASP* ....Jason....?

The ride to the school is silent. The children on the bus shiver after witnessing Bus driver's outburst. This usually happens every time he gets kicked out of his uncle's house, where he takes his anger out on us the next day.