School is non-radical, am I right?

12 0 0
                                    

It was the day of the shaksspear essay and zoes essay was a huge pile of chocolate pudding. Shed had to bring her essay in a tube or else shed get chcolat everywhere and woodnt that be a catastroffy. She new miss how would stab her and that jam the weaboo would spam airhorns while laffin at her. Zoe was used to jams terrible meems, he was even over using yeah boi. Zoe was sad about this and wished jam would bee as silent as her. George was singing like a holy angel on the bus. The bus drver was drinking some drugs, smoking pepsi, playing pokemon go and driving the bus with his extra tentical. The school bus drivers were always annoying savage in this way. Every time theyd stop at a stop, theyd text sum sweet noods to their girlfriend and that upset zoe greatly. It was at this moment zoe realised that the story was progressivly getting stranger. Maybe zoe should stop. Naaaaah.

After almost eating her essay, zoe made it to school. There were some lads setting a bin on fire, two people stabbing each other and thirty years sevens summoning demon, so, everything was completely normal in zoes school. Zoes friends were crowded by the trash, which theyd claimed as their home. Snowy had a broken pinkie-toe after jumping out of zoes wimdow, she was in the n the process of making her friend sign the cast which was about the size of a thirty year old kashew nutt.

"Hiii zoe" owl-screeched snowy "sign my kashew nuut toe!"

After screaming in terror, zoe ran to her class room.

On the door was a torn up paper sign-

Free hentai!!!

Jam probably put it there. Zoe hated jam. As in the weaboo, not the food. Jam for your bread is ok. As she walked into the classroom, there was but on lonely man sat n the class. Jimmy. Zoe related to jimmy. He struggled to talk to people and spent most of hs time on his ipad looking at strange internet meems. He gave her a dead, souless look. She gave him a dead, souless look in return.

Nearly falling in a seductive position onto jimmys desk, zoe awkwardly slipped inbetween the desks and set in her place. There was a phallic image drawn on her desk. Brilliant.

The dramatically grammatical story of a smol girl losin her marbsWhere stories live. Discover now