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PCB 2- JUDGEMENTAL MAMMALS

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I hate it. I hate how people easily judge a person just by looking at their appearance.

I mean, just because a boy has a lot of graves in his face, different brands of bags under his eyes, dried and cracked lips, his skin tone as brown as the feces, means that guy is already poor and stupid.

Well people nowadays are really judgmental. Hypocrites too.

What if that boy gives zero flying damns in his appearance? What if that boy is in a rush that's why he just grabbed random clothes not knowing that it doesn't match and badly needs the help of a flat iron? What if he just went to swim yesterday not using any sunscreen and the sun just staring at him intently with superman's laser eyes?

What if he has a blocked nose and needs to breath with his mouth? Think people, think.

What about a girl that looks so innocent that she can't even dare kill a bug or even break a plate.

Of course people would think she's too pure and innocent to plot a bloody massacre to all the people that made her life a living hell, triggering her psychotic side to rise from it's hiding place.

While my thoughts were flying, I didn't notice that I was going to hit a freaking wall.

Dumb Leslie.

Of course, I, Leslie, once again met the floor with an oomph.

Oh how the floor loves me.

"Watch where you're going, freak" wait, the wall talks now?

I slowly looked up and saw--

Holy macaroni

It's... it's Hiro...

It is a hot talking wall.

"What? Stop staring you freak, give me my papers"

Oh okay.

I handed him the papers and he took it rather violently.

Geez, I'm sorry.

He walked away but not before he glared at me again.
And so I was left alone, in the middle of the hallway, looking like a dumb wannabe model.