Broken Promises

Burn

Jaxson

So...let me just say this I hate Home Ec.

This is my last hour of the day and I hate this class because I sit next to Monte.

"Who is Monte? " You may ask.

Well he the 79th devil spawn in this school. I say this because well... I mean how can I elaborate and give any better comparison than devil spawn I mean come on.

One example of why I hate Monte: Last semester this dude was stroking himself while we were watching the birth video. Mind you those two things dont directly correlate to one another. I mean yeah I get the whole you stick it in and then you send out the troops and then months later a disgusting process equals a 18 year sentence of child support. But its doesn't correlate to being horny.

So when I told him to chill this retard say "You can't kill the Montster".
Is it me or does everyone name their penis with me oddballing.

Waiting......Alright then.

Not to mention he is a total pervert.
Any freshman that is willing to open their lover lips best believe he will be penetrating that tight virgin tsunami punami if you pick up what I'm laying down.

Anyway so...I'm listening to Ms.B about a upcoming project that we gone be doing with the creative writing class. What nerds.

Who takes an elective class to write?

Ugh. I better get a easy partner.

Ring!

I grabbed my notebook and bag and hauled as* through that door.

I cruised through the halls and dodging people and made it to the vending machine.

What? Yah boy had the munchies. Craving some Flaming Hot Chettoes.

I slip my dollar into the vending machinery. It slide back out. Like a DM I slid it back it. Nope. That Washington came back out like "We'll Hello MuthaF*cker👋"

I was away from the machine and mugging everyone because my dollar won't be accepted.

Petty. I know. And I don't care

I walk into like school gift shop and see no one.

"Aye yo?!" I said (semi-yelled)

A girl from around from the brown bookshelf filled with all old yearbooks.

She look maybe 5'1 considering how small her figure was. I couldn't see her face due to the book she was reading. Probably a freshman😷.

She put the book down and looked up at me.

She was girl from this morning.

"Aye you are the chica from this morning?" I question

She nodded while taking her glasses.

" What grade are you in 'cuz you a shorty?" I said I leaned over the counter.

She smirked and then quickly look down and then to the side and smiled then looked back with a smirk.

" Did you come in to question me?" She spoke finally.

I shook my head. I told her my munchies situation and she decided to swap my dollar for hers and when I was about to leave the shop. I asked for her name.