things i write when im bored

startting off strong with a story💪🏻

fyi this was pulled straight from my apple notes, i honestly just worked on it a bit more

Genre; Slice of Lice (WOOOOOOO)

And the story begins.. Now‼️‼️

(this is kinda supposed to imitate 2000's slice of life movie or something, just now that long. so our main character is the narrator. imagine a german boy speaking to you and, well, narrating all of his thoughts to you in his not-so-subtle but not-so-strong accent.)

♥️ /Something made by the (very) mentally ill "xiurulestheworld" :)

Its another boring day of my life, self-hatred, this, that, and the other. I was of course, doing what any 16 year old boy would do in the glorious year of two-thousand-fucking-five. That's right, be a complete loser. my only friend — and NOT ever — was coming back!

awkward pause

..Oh, sorry. She had moved countries for a few months and it's been really tough and depressing not seeing her in person, but when is my life NOT depressing, I ask? But, anyways.. The only thing that changed this irritating day was her — and the cold weather.

If you didnt know, (actually, I'm not sure how you would..) I love when it's chilly outside. Any other kind of weather? eh. But I don't HATE when it's not cold, I just prefer it to be cold. Anyways, today was one of those "alright" days solely because of those two very important factors.

I jolted up at the sound of my alarm clock ringing and damn near broke it (as per usual) But I jumped up out my bed and hurried to get changed in something to match this harsh weather.

"Oh, yeah. This is good." I say, looking at myself in the mirror.

What I had on what nothing out of the ordinary, jeans too baggy to fit me right and a white T shirt. But here's the catch; I remembered how I had bought a little cardigan sweater-thing, or at least that's what it looks like to me. Anyways, It made me look way better.

"Alright, enough checking myself out." I think to myself as I look up and get on my tippy-toes to get my glorious, red baseball cap.

In reality, it wasn't "glorious" at all. It was just some hat that my mom bought for me years ago that I just started wearing because I thought it looked neat when flipped backwards. And guess what? That's exactly what I did to it when I put it over my head, flipped it backwards.

Oh, thank god it didn't look weird with my outfit because I would've been PISSED.

I put my shoes on, which are these chunky sneakers from a brand whose name I can't pronounce properly and head out feeling comfortable and not so cold, yet.

But alas, on the way out..

"What the hell!?"

I cry out due to the sudden wetness on my face before realizing it's my dog, licking my face, again. Seriously, I don't know how he's almost as tall as me when he stands up.. what the hell? Did life curse me with a little something called below-average height? or is my dog just a descendant of bigfoot? I think it's a combination of both.. I say my goodbyes to him as I gently push him off of me, good god he's heavy. I open the door.

"Wish I could say bye to mom.." I mutter to myself as I feel the cold breeze against my clothed skin. It's alright because she's only working until 10pm to-night which works out just perfectly for me.

I was SO excited to see my friend though that I didn't feel as sad about it. I merrily made my way to my destination, almost bouncing up and down while damn near skipping in excitement and anticipation.