Ch.40| 2017's Valentine's Day

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Happy Valentine's Day, for both singles and couples! 


When I was in my Physics class today...

Senior Student: *knocked on the classroom door*

Teacher: *opened the door* How may I help you?

Senior: I am here to give few roses to different people. *shows him the basket of roses*

Teacher: Sure, take your time. *lets them in*

Senior: Okay, when I call your name, please come to me and take your roses & letters. 

Senior: Ta. You get 8 roses& letters.

Ta: What? 

Teacher: Ta, it seems that boys are trying to tie you down. *smirks*

Ta: Sir! Just stop with the teasing!

Senior: Ta, please take your roses.

Ta: *comes to the front class and take her roses*

Senior: Mi. You get one.

Mi: *Does the same*

Senior: Tiffany. 

Me: Ah, probably Am give me one too. I wish someone other than Am would give me roses. I wish. 

Senior: You get two. 

Me: Hm? Who's the other sender? 

Me: *comes up to the front class, and receives them*


And so, the first letter that I read was belonged to Am. It says, "Did you just fart? Because you blew me away." It made me cringe since her pick up lines are so lame af. 

And I read the second letter. I opened the envelope, and I read it. It says, "From: Monkey. D. Luffy."

Me: FUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYES. OMGOMGOMGOMG. GOD KILL ME NOW, GOD KILL ME NOW. LUFFY SEND ME A LETTER. WHATTHEFUCK. FUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYES. HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER BUT HOW CAN HE SEND ME A LETTER? FUCK THE QUESTION. HE LOVES ME OMG. YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES. 

But then, something caught my eye.

The handwriting.

Smile turned into a frown. Excitement turned into boredom. And the spark left my soul. 

It belongs to MA. The guy with big ear who seems to like Luffy too.

Me: FUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNOFUCKNO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. GOD KILL ME NOW, GOD KILL ME NOW. HE FUCKING SEND ME A LETTER USING LUFFY'S NAME. UNACCEPTABLE! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. IS HE PRANKING ME FOR THIS? FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. 

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Well, that all sums up the second time my expectation was crushed, trampled on, treated with nothing more than dirt. I hate this. I hate Valentine's Day. Imma stab Valentine in the eye, seriously. 





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