Curse You Cupid

I thought Karma Was my Friend But apparently, She a Vitch too.

Chapter 3 is heeereeeee! Finally. I dont really know my readers but i'd really like to. 

I know I know, its a bit early into the book to be ranting but i really appreciate all my readers *sobs*.Please keep reading y'all make me happy.

Here's a little fact too, Imz Jamaican!!

Yaaaaas! Enjoyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xoxo

*stops talking*

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Did you know that Cat pee glows in the dark? I didn't. But being bored inspires one to lurk on Pinterest which allows the mind to think beyond its limitations (especially during literature class). That and the fact that I really can't read old English and I have no intentions of sounding like a jackass trying to do so. I mean, who tf says thou and thee and thine anymore?

Personally, I think that Shakespeare's work should be translated to standard English. After all, the guy is dead. What can he do? Sue them? I'm almost sure that he wanted his work to reach everyone but right now the great wall of China was dabbing in between me and Othello.

"Am I right Ms. Tyler?" Apparently Ms. Griffins (Ms. Hammy as I like to call her) saw me looking a little too entertained.

"Uhh.... Right...?" I kinda questioned more than I answered which I knew was gonna make her do some kind gymnastics shit in her brain. She could conceptualize any word- english and french! But for some reason, the words fun and entertainment seemed foreign to her.

"Are you asking me a question or answering my question Ma'am?" she rested her marker and her script on the desk, lowered her glasses and started waltzing towards me.

Holy Shit I'm dead! No Scenes No Scenes is that so hard!!!

By the time she was hovering over me, and the smell of moth balls from her clothes filled my lungs the door busted open with a thud and the person who dared to interrupt the class had fallen flat on his face.

The class was in a fit of laughter and trouble or no trouble, I couldn't help myself either. I had to laugh. I mean, even the dude, though he was planking out on the floor was in a frenzy of laughter. To be honest, I don't blame him, reason being, growing up, I always heard that if you fall flat on your face, laugh. No one will notice how that fall screwed you up (lol).

Ms. Hammy lowered her glasses and scanned the class quickly silencing the lot of them immediately. Yea, she was the Grinch who stole laughter.

The young man who had fallen on his face had too silenced himself because by now, he could feel her evil looming over him while he was on the floor.

He slowly raised himself up from the ugly concrete. He looked kinda muscular with really nice curly hair that was apparently well kept for a boy. That's pretty hard to find here in shithole high.

That's when I saw it.

The sexy hazel Eyes.

Not only had it brought back terrible memories but also, it caused me to brew with anger. If you can imagine a pot on a stove bubbling until the lid started shaking then you could imagine how angry I was. It was pretty petty but for the love of Jesus! He could cause me to not be able feed my unborn child. Brendon Urie's Unborn Child.

I wasn't one to hold a grudge but if you're wrong just say you're wrong and we'll be over and done with it. It's simple. But apparently, this arrogant, nincompoop did not understand the logic of humans so he couldn't say sorry nor could he even speak so I could understand.