Choof qween

the rising of choof qween

*yawns* Fuck it's legit 5:47 am. What the actual fuck am i doing awake cunt. wow i'm feining hard rn ngl.. *scurries around room throwing clothes around trying to find the choof* FINALLYYYYYY!!!!!!!. *takes a puff* god i've been waiting for this my whole life. ugh i may as well get ready for flipping school as much as i don't want to there is a certain someone urging me to get up and go to that fucking hell hole. finally i arrive into this jail ugh. i was choofin in the bathrooms like a normal day until the bell rang. i started crying and screaming and decided today i was going to wag pride (fucking faggoty thing ew) so i stay siting in the bathroom 10 mins longer then felt the urge to leave and i could feel my head throbbing erratically (headspins) . my first class was boring and so was the second. lunch time finally came around! i was walking to where we sit when i get a glimpse of some majestic creature with luscious silky black hair softly dropping in the fresh morning wind and his small curls gently scraping the side of his defined jawline in the movements of the wind. i look up a small bit and i lock eyes with the amazing creature. it was him. Sergio! I nearly screamed in excitement as i slightly moved my arm to touch his strong muscles. as i went to place my arm on his he moved away... i felt be trayed, destroyed any bad feeling ever to exist i felt it right then and there. i didn't blink or stop staring at his back sway with the movements he makes until he was out of sight. i then made my way to the bathrooms to yet again have my second choof sesh of the day. the only thing that can cheer me up is choofing.