Laughing matters : chapter 3

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Soooooooooooooo here's the thing. I DREAD SCHOOL, I mean who doesn't. Yea I get good grades, but high school is all about popularity and who's the best of the best. Welp for me it what I love to call HELLLLLLL. Yep you heard me right i mostly hate everyone in it except my only two best friends .

BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Welp there goes my sanity in 3..2..1.
"WHY IS MY ALARM CLOCK GOING OFF AT 11PM AT NIGHT" I screamed at the top of my lungs pissed.. I was sleeping like sleeping beauty when she slept for who knows how long.

The next thing I hear isn't the most happy sound I want to hear... my brother laughing his ass off right outside my door. Oh he has no idea what's coming for him. I get up grab my pillow of the bed and march right of my bedroom only to tackle my brother down moments later, smacking him upside the head with it.

Yep, you really don't want to DISTURB me while sleeping. Cause it's my one thing I look forward too besides food. Cause school and everything else is just a pain to be honest.

"WHAT IN GODS NAME GAVE YOU THE IDEA TO DO THAT WHEN YOU KNOW I NEED MY FRICKING SLEEP" I yelled at my brother still on top, trying not to strangle him.
"You...should...of...seen...ur...face" laughing after every word he said. I groaned and got up marching back to my room slamming the door shut. I sit there on my bed and then remembering I had left my pillow outside in the hall. I got up and walked to my door only when to open it being smacked in the face by MY PILLOW?!?! 

Screaming "CAMRON CHASE STONE" I ran after him trying to tackle him down. After awhile I gave up cause he ended up locking himself in his room.. STILL with my pillow. Torture right?!? Slowly I walked back to my room hoping he would give it back, but no he's still in there. Great.

  Finally after walking up a flight of horrible stairs I got to my room and fell into my bed looking over at the clock it was now 12:15 pm and I was needless to say tired from all the running. So I shifted into my blankets and fell into a deep sleep.

*play song here
   
    BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
What the hell. I move my hand around my bed side table and smacked my alarm clock across the room. I thought to myself, what I LOVELY noise not to hear. I fall back to sleep then about 5 minutes later I hear my door being banged on. 'UGHHHHHH' I groaned. I got up and walk to my door to see who is making this racket. I open the door not only to see the pillow stealer him self chase. "Hey wake up Satan its Monday and there's school."

  I turn around and slam the door in his face not wanting to step out of my room where my comfy bed is. Also what a coincidence he said Satan cause that's where the bitch herself lies, in hell at school. Oh yea duh Satan is Britney, the plastic surgery Barbie. Blonde hair and pink and red following her where every she goes. That also another reason I dread going to hell every five days during the week.

Groaning I turn away and go to pick out an outfit for the day. I decided to do something cute so I would get something out of people. Now you might be wondering i thought she didn't care and like people. Well one thing i didn't mention is i like to get something out of people.

So i walk to my closet and grab a tight jean skirt with a tight white shirt and bless me for having decent boobs unlike Britney who had to wear a push of bra. I then grab my white wedges and then proceed to straighten my hair. I look in the mirror and touch myself up and im ready to go to hell.

I walk down to the living room and greet my brother "good morning asshole" while smacking him in the face. "Ouch are you on your period." Oh no i know he didn't say that. I march back over and smack him again before grabbing my Mercedes car keys and driving too school.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 27, 2018 ⏰

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