So I was digging through my pile of rubbish and I came across my 2nd grade notebook.
It was folded and such rubbish but I opened it, and I saw my ugly-ass drawings of Pikachu and random dogs. What has been seen cannot be unseen.
Then, I came across the equally bad story that's literally 3 sentences or something long. I cringed but for the heck of it, I wanted to let you guys know just how unrealistic my stories were before.
Scribble, scribble. The sound made my ear tickle. (WHAT. THE. FUCK?) I looked at my right and saw my best friend, Polly, a Poodle. (I rephrased it, my grammar wasn't bad but the word choice was so irritating.)
Oh, I am so forgetful (Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. AND when was this freaking Geronimo Stilton?) My name is Molly (are bffs supposed to have fucking rhyming names?! Apparently so.) I am 6 months old (what the fuck you doin at school?) and I go to Dog High (AT HIGH SCHOOL?!) Anyway, the one who was scribbling was my enemy, Sia, a Siamese. (WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS A CAT DOING AT A HIGH SCHOOL FOR DOGS?!) I really hated her. (Wow, is this an all-girls? And also, this escalated faster than the Flash.)
CHAPTER TWO
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I lost interest in it, and that's a good thing.
