50 Shades of Louise

Chapter 3: Hitler with a Romanian accent

Zeke. Just. Came. Inside. Me.

Oh fuck.
Honestly in under so much pressure right now with the whole science project I have to have done in 2 days, and me being a boss ass bitch. So I don't have the time to worry about this shit.

I open my duvet and tuck myself in, rolling the dildo off the bed with my feet.

ah okay I can finally get some rest. I close my eyes.

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"Nobody's perfect! You live and you learn it!" Hannah Montana starts singing.

Damn setting that song as my alarm clock ring was the best thing I've ever done. I almost swung myself over the bed and started break dancing when I slipped and fell over that damn dildo.

Anyways it's 6:20 and school starts in 40 minutes... nice.

I've got time to do what ever the fuck I want to.

I don't usually wear makeup because I don't need it since I'm a boss ass bitch even when my face isn't beat.
But since I have 40 minutes I decided to try out my contouring skills. I pull out this weird palette gene got me for Christmas and decided to play around with it for a little bit.

20 minutes later and a dirty sink later, my face looks like shit.
And when I mean shit.
I mean like literal shit.
Like that contour colors' name was probably called "shit".

Well I don't have time to go back so I just throw my hair into a pony tail, and take out my favorite pink hat and slip it on.

I decided to go with something subtle today to mask that I'm a std infected whore now, so I put on some ripped Leather jeans, a leather bustier top with a choker, and some 6in stilettos.

Nice.

I look very innocent :)

I picked up my knock off Michael kors bag, and threw it on my arm. I walk over to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer.

Thongs.
Thongs.
Thongs.
Thongs.
G-String.

Oh there it is.

I pull out my month old juicy fruit gum and open the wrapper.

It's kinda melted but honestly I don't really give a shit anymore since Ive reached the lowest of the low by fucking Zeke, and now probably getting chlamydia from him, oh and now I probably have his fucking sperm reaching my precious eggs.

I pop it my mouth, and walk out the room.

I attempt running downstairs since I'm really running late now, but i slip on Genes wig cap.

I fling down the stairs and 99.99 percent sure I broke my ankle. whatever, I don't feel like changing out of my stilettos so I roll with it. (ha get it)

Oh btw of you haven't guessed it yet, Gene is now a drag queen. I mean I saw that coming ever since I was conceived.

I straighten my hat, and proceed walking out the door.

Since Bob has become super popular for some odd reason considering his meat is made out of horse meat, he had the opportunity to open up a franchise in New York City.

So now I live in Manhattan and honestly it's not that bad if you take away the cockroaches, the insomnia, and the stress.

So since I live in Manhattan, I can't be a normal teenager for once and get my own car. smh.