A little love story

1:Gnome

     Narrator

Lucille never really talked to the other gnomes, even though they were the same species as her she felt as though she could never truly relate to them. Instead she mostly had short, but sweet conversations with her two friends Lilly and Susan. All of the other gnomes made fun of Lucille because her only friends were two flowers and most gnomes thought  them a lesser species. Lucille strongly disagreed with them and often argued that the flowers were much nicer than most of the gnomes. Well execpt for that one bitchey petunia. God she is such a bitch.

    Lucille lived every day hoping to meet the special one that she would spend the rest of her miserable little gnome life with but after waiting and waiting for the day to come, Lucille began to think that she should just get married to her baseball bat that she named after herself, cause aint no mother fucking perfect ass price gonna come her way time any time soon.

  After thinking about all of this Lucille began to realize how much she had changed since her only friends got sick. Before they became ill there was no way in hell Lucille would ever swear that fucking much and be that bitchey. Then she realized it's not because of my friends illness that I've turned into an asshole it's all that bitch Petunias fault! This never woulda happened if the gardener hadn't planted that deadass bitch around the corner from my adorable little fucking mushroom house.

"Oh ima have words with that gardner" Lucille stated to no one in particular and marched of to find the gardner, with her trusty baseball bat in hand.

 

Its 3am. Im tired. Here ya go abby first chapter