So I have nothing to do. Aha.
But daydream, I guess.
"Oh yeah, I know her."
GASPhabsjshuswgusbejddieeh
Those words are probably the best things I have ever heard.
No seriously.
How are you not happy when someone you know actually KNOWS you exist? Huh? Huh?
I mean it!
Asdfghjkl. Dude. It's not like i've been stalking (um.) or anything, I've been glancing and staring a lot, that's for sure.
Well, I never expected an 'acknowledgement' in return for this um, stalking. Well, he's mention of me somehow, but didn't know my name so yeah.
Well, blame Ann for stalking. This girl loves to stalk. I mean Twitter, facebook or any other social website, she'll sniff into action.
She snucked in some info about him. Not my fault. Ann's. Ann's. Remember that.
Well I'm here trying not to get my hopes up, that's fpr sure. I suppose he knows me by my nametag, so yeah.
But my friend, Aida, really encourages me, just so so much until my wjbdiwvdeibeej just skyrocket.
Or that my ovaries exploded.
Well, let me tell you ehat-- there. Typo right there. Aha darn. You can never escape these ninjas- A-Anyways, um. The flashback;
Flashybakku;
"ANN! NO, NO DON'T PLAY WITH THAT--" I screamed, squirming away from evil Ann, holding a stapler and locked on.
I hate self- harm. I've never hated blood, it's a normal thing for me, but people torturing themselves, now that's just wrong.
If you do this, then...
Yah nastieeeeh.
I ducked and hid away from Ann and that deadly weapon in her hand as Aida laughed her arse off.
I know, betrayal for sure.
"GOD ANN STOP PLAYING WITH THAT!" I launched on her, thank goodness no one was here, except me, Aida and Ann. And well a couple of retarded boys in the class, that is.
I kept on struggling for the stapler, and apparently failed because Ann was taller.
Shush, I ain't short, ain't nobody got time fo dat. No. Nuh- uh.
I was on the balcony outside the class, still fighting over the stapler. Sadly, Aida laughed in the class.
While we were arguing and wrestling, well, Charlie happened to be there, near his class, in his jersey..
Hello exploding ovaries.
Turns out he passed by me and Ann when we were wrestling, and entered the class with Aida, Ben and Danny.
Danny and Ben were being retarded as usual, and shouting gay- ish spider remarks. And Ben absoloutely did a gay version of 'swag'.
God I hate that word.
And while my body tries to fix my ovaries, I still wrestled for the stapler. Hey, she can hurt someone with that.
So apparently after a few minutes, Charlie left after talking about something with Ben and Danny. And I still haven't got that gigantic stapler YET.
We waited for Aida as we got our bags, and fangirled. I know, sad of us.
"DUDE. Asdfghjkl, okay." Aida laughed. I looked at her making an impression of 'I will kill you if you said something'.
"What...." Ann smirked, and I slapped her hand.
"Well, when Charlie entered the class, I said hi, and um aha..," Aida squealed. "I told him... 'That's Sam.' or something like that." She stuck out her tongue and squealed with Ann.
"What. Did. You. EFFIN SAY AIDA I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND JUST---" I started, my face was clearly grinning and my ovaries exploded. I don't think it's gonna heal soon.
"DUDE CHILL. You haven't even heard what he said. God, Sam. Chill." Aida backed away, and tried to hide a smirk.
"Lol, Aida.." Ann grinned and patted my back while aiming the stapler at the sky and shot it.
"HEY The bullet of that stapler can KILL someone you know. Or just blind their eyes, BUT STILL." I slapped her back and tried to snatch it.
"Oh, don't worry, it woon't." Ann resumed her daily score of staplering and Aida told us.
"Sam. Get ready your ovaries. Get the effin' ready for the ultimate feels---"
"Oh hurry up." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. When I told him that, he said 'Oh yeah, I know Sam.' NGEE!!!!" Aida grinned and squealed.
"HOLY FIZZLESTICKS SHIZZOMAMMA ASDFGHJKL EHUEGHEEHUE.." My eyes were wide, and I literally screamed these words like swears.
Whooopsies. Charlie was just like 5 metres away from us. I'm grateful my voice wasn't THAT loud.
So he passed by us and all.. And I had to hold in my squeal as usual. Thug life.
