Hey Chica again, just wanted to let everyone know that this is a true story.
If you guys were there it would have scared the pupu platter out of u.
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When the coach blew the whistle to go back in the locker room all the girls were questioning me on what happened, who hurt me why would they do that. But all I was saying or muttering to be more exact was, I'm gonna murder him, over and over and over until I finally punched a locker and hurt my hand. I was left alone with my thoughts and whisper, screams from hell. The final bell of the day rung and I was the last person to leave.
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So tell me what you guys think and pls comment. The reason I said it would scare the pupu platter out of you was I was watching a cutthroat kitchen and the people had to make pupu platters.
~Chica Out~
