I had to rewrite this chap because i wrote it on my iPad the last time and now I'm using my phone. And all that I've written is gone so fml. Leggo
I really hate the moment when your brain decides to die when someone burns you to ashes. And when you get home, you have all kinds of ideas to get back at them. After having like over 30 people watching you get roasted.
For example, there is this girl I have a love-hate relationship with. As in you know, sometimes okay sometimes not. The thing is I don't talk to people like her unless they talk to me. She's bitch number 6 in my 'type of bitches in my school' chap.
Anyway, the other time we went for this school trip to Zhejiang, China and she was okay with me at first. Then we were like squabbling about something, I forgot. So she called me black dog. BLACK DOG. woof woof. Am i responding? No. So am I a dog? No. Do I look black? No. Are you colour blind? Yes. Because I'm brown not black. Do you need to go back to kindergarten and learn your colours again? Yes.
If I'm a black dog, at least I'm a better dog than you. I can't go round calling people names like you. I WON'T go round calling people names. So maybe you should go home and wash your filthy mouth with white bleach. It'll make your yellow teeth whiter. Trust me.
Phew. Oh ya, and also people use victims' faces to use as a comeback. For example, ugly handwriting on a piece of paper.
"eww. dont know how to write is it? handwriting so ugly!"
"like your face"
Or annoying teacher comes into class.
"omg. this cher so shitty siaa!"
"ya, like your face"
I mean, why do you have to relate everything to my face? What did my face do to you? I was just looking at you to talk.
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DiversosA girl who faces challenges everyday in her life. As she explores this world with... okok it's just a story about my life okayy. Everyone has a story, so do I. Here's mine.