I wake up suudenly, from my different slumber. I get out of bed in my oversized hoodie, and go
in the mirror, and do my affirmations, chanting "UwU" so my day will be blessed by pop culture
dieties. I'm so different.. it's really lonely... I get up off the toilet after taking a massive shit that
set my house on fire. Oopsies!! I drink Zippo Lighter fluid instead of water because the pop
culture diety Cher told me too. I throw on and oversized hoodie, some jean shorts, and my dirty
ass white Converse. I walking into school holding my Vanilla Iced Latte from DUNKIN not
Starbucks. I look over at the popular girls and sigh. I'm so much more different... it's bonkers.
I go start to walk to class when I bump into a chiseled, muscular, hot sexy 9'12 man, "Watch your
step, you ratchet bitch." He growled, and I transformed into a cat, running away from the danger.
Authors Note: This is slander you narcs.
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