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mingyu had always been a loner. it all had started in kindergarden when he fell over in front of the cool kids because his shoelaces weren't tied properly. they kept laughing at him and stealing his shoes.

in elementary school he told everyone that he had a rare disease that made him special, but his teacher heard him and said that there wasn't such a disease in front of his class, making him the weirdo.

in middle school he had to present something and said orgasm instead of organism. explains itself how the prepubescent boys reacted.

and now he was in high school and couldn't find any friends. at all.

sitting in the separated table in his chemistry class, he scribbled a tiny smiley onto his desk. it looked sad even though it was smiling. mingyu wiped it away with his thumb.

he wasn't able to listen to his teacher, a friendly guy, maybe in his thirties. he thought about his memepage that had reached 50k followers yesterday. he was way cooler on the internet.

he remembered a certain spongebob meme; ravioli ravioli, give me the formuoli. he thought about it for some time. then it hit him like a truck.

he took out a pen and scribbled a sentence onto his desk, next to the random names written on it already.

ravioli ravioli
give me the death
i deservioli

it really was a good meme; and mingyu (memegyu) supposed that nobody would ever understand that, since his school was full of cringy fuckboys and bitches.

the period was over, he stood up and left for his history lesson.

other pupils came into the room, a black-haired boy sitting down on mingyu's seat

and laughing his ass off about the message he had left.

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