I look at the fine print on the box. It says, "Warning: Don't shove up vagina".
I'm quiet. I don't speak. I listen to the birds outside my window, and they chirp ever so happily.
The wind blows threw my window, but I don't notice. I'm stuck looking at the box. The box is a light shade of blue with white writing.
Hours go by and I just stair, I stair at the box, the box is still.
I decide to call my friend, Emily.
"Hiya Cassie? How are you?!"
"I'm fine. Just fine" I say blankly
"Me, Adriana, Lauren and Kaity are going shopping, and we'd love for you to come but Lauren is still mad at you. So... I'll see you tomorrow, bye!"
"Bitch" that's all I say.
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Sex in the Hall
RomantizmA basic white bitch fucks her boyfriend in the English hall everyday, but the funny thing is, nobody knows. Cassie is a Christian, and lives in Toronto, Canada. Her best friends are dirty sluts, her boyfriend has a dick piercing, and her mom is a po...
