(Day One In Hell (School) Pt. 2)
Final period, Art. Towards the end of it. Another period with Gingie and friends I fucking love it. I also sat next to dickheads at the start of the year in case I get a crush on a guy... or accidentally get one on my best friend... *Cough, Cough*
So Back to the story, The art room was having an amazing clean out... that means, yes, We can take stuff... I got exited like a homeless guy who just got 100 pounds. This bitch was now the equivalent to Black Friday. I ran and I got what I fucking wanted, A picture of a lemon AND a badly made vase. I generally wanted them and I was fucking keeping them...
YOU ARE READING
My Mind\\My Diary ^~^
Non-FictionMy Mind... My Life... My Thoughts... (Inspired by a book named 'Thoughts') (On Hold :3)
