Your a pretty popular comedian for your age. Most of your content is dark but you have some loyal fans. Even some you weren't really expecting...
(Some of the jokes in this will be mine others will be from real comedians and pinterest when from co...
Sorry it took so incredibly long for this to come out. I think its almost been a year at this point but I honestly missed this story. again so sorry this update took so long.
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You were woken by your school alarm which dew to last nights commotion had never been turned off.
You actually felt, cruel for not being angry at the man who you met last night, no vengeful thirst, not even a fearful tangent.
You groaned and rolled onto your stomach burying your face into your pillows. Is there a good way to describe the happiness pillows brought you. It was like they were little clouded of perfection that just waited in your bed for you to come back and observe there loveliness.
"Ava! Get up. You need to get up and get dressed before we go." You were extremely tempted to tell her to drink a beer and suck a dick but you were worried she wouldn't realize that you were serious. "I made pancakes. You have five minutes." You ended up wasting one of those minutes pulling yourself away from your paradise of sleep. Another two changing into a new outfit.
Sweater time!
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This along with black pants and shoes was perfect for you. After composing your outfit you traveled down stares to get something to eat before the war to come. When you did make it into the Kitchen you found your mother had make pancaked with dismal colors that were probably added with food die. The point was most likely to make them have a interesting tie-dye affect but it mostly ended up as a brown smear with small clots of bright warm colored blotches.
"So what time are we leaving?"
"Soon, just eat quickly."
We sat and ate over a silent breakfast before I was rushed to a bus stop a bus stop then to the opposite side of town.
The inside of the building, despite being a mental health facility, smelled like someone had pored formaldehyde on the floor then covered that in a syrupy slab of rose scented perfume. Despite being shaken up about going to therapy being pulled away from the intoxication scent of the room of made me feel well again.
"Why is the waiting room so heavily scented?" I asked after being sat down in a tan chair, facing a woman who was reading through a sheet in a black binder.
"Aroma therapy," she said before looking up at me,"It's supposed to make you feel calmer."
"It was to strong." She smiled.
"I've always though the same thing. Anyway's shall we start?" I motioned at her with my hand waiting for her, she smiled a little wider, "Okay so this is your first time with me so well just go with some simple questions."
"mh-kay."
"So what kinds of genres do you like, for reading and shows I mean?"
"Two different things for each, In books I like sci-fi stories, but not the super modern ones. A little older, 1984 and The Time machine stuff. And T.V. doesn't really have a genera that I like, Game Of Thrones, Westworld, Gotham. That stuff."
"I've seen westworld too. Pretty cool. Anyways, How about your comedy, your pretty popular?"
"Ya I've gotten there, Its fun and I enjoy it."
We went on for a while with questions like this, slowly getting more personal."
"Okay, and what about your friends recent death?"
"I thought you said only easy questions."
"That's usually my plan but your mother wanted the subject addressed as soon as possible."
"Anyways, Yea she was murdered. The one's who did it texted me an image of what they did and I called the police." She smiled wider again.
"I what happened dear, I need to know what you thought about it."
"Well," I thought for a moment, "When I saw her, I wasn't really panicked or sad. I knew what I was supposed to call the police and cry or something along those lines. The first part was easy but everything else seemed forced. I was more worried about losing my only friend then I was about losing her." The woman smiled widely again.
"I see." A small string of blood ran down out her noes but she just sat smiling with her eyes closed and her head tilted into the palm of her hand.
"Dr. your bleeding." She remained still as the drop pored to the ground landing on the light tan carpet. "Maam?" Another sting of blood dripped out of her eye before she fell forward stiffly. "Maam!" I grabbed her shoulder and tried to lift her but the body was to heavy. I ran to the door and swung it open to where there was a nurse conveniently in the hall. "Quick she needs help." I dragged the woman in the door and showed her the Dr.
She rushed out of the room and down the hall for help and soon the room was flooded with paramedics while my mother dragged me out in to the waiting room. I sucked in air, waiting for the rose coated formaldehyde to calm me down.
