It's dark in here. I'm 23 years old. All i've eaten for the past 23 years is the pavement of the basement floor, the spiders embedded in the walls and the webs they made are for desert. I once caught a cockroach and a rat, but i kept the pet rat and ate the cockroach. I named the rat Sunny. I got rid of him after a week because he kept eating all of my bugs that i needed. That hoe demi took all the oranges that mom dropped down here. On purpose for me.
I heard a really loud truck outside. It says "vroom" and i yell at it to stop yelling at me.
"It's almost christmas, i don't need your anger truck," I say to the truck outside.
He says, "Vroom," and pulls into the driveway next to my window. I can't really see Truck because Demi covered the window with a bunch of blankets so I couldn't see out.
"Move the fukin' blankets, truck, i need to see you," I screamed.
Demi opened the basement door at the top of the staircase and screamed, "Poot shush, you don't need to see the truck, Fatty" and it hurt my feelings.
So i decided that when Demi closed the door, I would run up the stairs a minute later with my 1 1/2 legs.
She was going to an award show. I had to make it there too, and take her place.
"Thanks, Truck" i said, and he vroomed back, "Shut up fat."
I snorted and limped up the stairs, and crawled out the door and into the opened trunk of Demi's dirty ass car. I had my shirt on and make-up now. I'm going.
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Poot's Journey to the Red Carpet
AdventurePoot Lovato has spent all her life in the basement. This time, instead of chewing on shoelaces she found in the corner and eating rice pudding, she will make her way to the AMAs and make her first designer appearance. She will do whatever she needs...
