captain underpants , the series.

s1 ep1.

i used to believe that the world was made up of 2 dissimilar types of people : the givers, and the takers, but the semester i had been to high school, with my child hood bestfriend, George, my perspective on life itself, changed.

[start of s1 , ep1]

the sun had peered through my bedroom window, as i stood towards my clone in the mirror, trying some clothes on for the first day of 9th grade.

" nope , don't wear that ! " said George, my bestfriend, and right now, the most annoying person in the world.

" fine, then what should I wear so I don't look like a hooker ?! Although... it does run in the family-" i said, in a witty response, which made George roll his eyes.

" look, I'm not trying to start something but, im simply explaining why I'm right!" I said back, trying on some jeans that George bought me during the summer time.

"oh haha, your so funny-!"

"oh, im aware!" i said back, interrupting him, which made us both cackle like hyenas.

"oh my God, please wear those! they make you look so good , you actually have a figure to show off!" he said , which made me give him a dirty look.

"um.. i-i don't know.." i said, pulling the pants further up my torso and spinning around in the mirror.

"damn, well.. if you want to be ungrateful about them-" my heart dropped.

I was always known for being a 'spoilt brat' or 'ungrateful' growing up, so I just quickly turned to face him.

"n-no! it's okay, i love them!" i said, not long before my sister, julianna had entered into the room.

"are you guys ready yet-? wait, what's that smell- it smells like something died in here!" she said, gagging at the stench.

"yeah, your mental stability did!" i said, giving her a fake smile, as my teal braces peered through my smile, and i pushed my glasses further up the bridge of my nose.

"oh, you should be a comedian-

"i already am-!"

"seriously, what the hell are you wearing, you look like a prostitute!"

"good, people do say we look similar, improper fraction!" i said smiling again, which made her pick up my school bag, and throw it in my direction.

"Ow!" I said, grabbing my bag, as she walked out, laughing. George just looked towards me, as i laughed.

"see, atleast i can confidently call your sister hot, and its not odd!" Said George laughing, as I just rolled my eyes and scoffed.

I had just finished getting ready, when George and I had began walking down the stairs. My siblings had walked over to us, as I just peered at my moms new bf, Adam. She knows that her kids hate him, but, whatever makes her happy, I guess.

"Okay, let's go guys.." said olivia, walking all of us to the nearest bus stop, as we stood still, waiting for the school bus to arrive.

As the bus arrived, we all began to pile on, as I stood there, not knowing where to sit. Austin, julianna and olivia had all sat with their friends, so we had no idea where to sit. We made our way to the back of the bus, as everyone was peering at us.

My ears began to ring, as everyone's gaze had gone onto me, and my mind was racing as fast as a whirlwind, causing it to be impossible to think straight, as I just followed George. George had peered back to see me minutes away from having a panic attack, so he reached out for my hand, as we walked to the back of the bus.