Winter. Yay. That was sarcasm, but I bet you knew that. This is so messed up, having kids do this. By 'this' I mean walking to school when it's like, negative eighty thousand degrees outside. Child abuse, hello? Sure, I could sue them. But without education, they'd lock up my parents.
Oh wait, don't have any.
That's messed up for real.
Yep. I know. But this isn't a sob story. I don't sob. I'm what people call.. Well, gothic.
No, I don't do voodoo. No, I'm not a witch. No, I'm not in an occult club. No, I don't dress in black all the time, and no, I'm not a vampire.
I'm just an antisocial human being with no life and a potty mouth.
I curse a lot, but sometimes I do it on purpose. Like when I'm in line at the grocery store and a lady and her kid are behind me, sometimes I'll say, 'D*mn, this guy better f*cking hurry up' just to hear the mom gasp and cover her child's ears.
But lucky for me, I won't have to hold back much longer... I'll be graduating soon.
I close my locker with a slam, startling everyone in the hall. Then she walks- no, struts- down the hall.
Oh fracking snickerdoodles.
Author's Note:
I couldn't center this time, for I was using my IPad on Safari instead of my tablet on the Wattpad app, but you must agree, that chapter was amazing, no? Still a little short, looked a lot better in the notebook I was writing it in.. But hey! It's better than nothing, right? Shoutout to yourFEATHERS! Hiii!
No word count, because once again, Safari.
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I ❤ U.. Maybe?
Romancejust a lot of sasosaku, mild profanities, maybe smut (but whenever I write just a kissing scene, I feel like someone's going to materialize behind me and be like watchu doin? so probably not-)
