Okay, so I lived in this ass tiny town called Geronimo in california. The population was literall like 3,000. But somehow Jeremy was my next door neighbor. He had just moved there in 5th grade and our moms were already besties. I remeber the first day of 5th grade on the playground at recess Jeremy approached me with his confident smirk, like he was gonna ask me out. Like chill kid we're in 5th fucking grade. But I assumed wrong. That little fucker came up to me stuck his ass out, and farted. Not just in my air, no, he farted on me. I was beyond pissed off but before I could even think of the strong group of words I was gonna say to him he ran back to his posse. They all laughed like it was funny, but not to me, I thought my life was ruined and that nobody would ever talk to me again. Then I went home and told my mom and she laughed just as hard as he did. I was holding a serious grudge. That night I went to bed legitamitly plotting the murder of Jeremy Lukes, whom I didn't even know the name of at the time. Like what was I serious? 10 year old me murdering someone? Hahaha ok in your dreams little Jess.
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Runnin through the six with that hoe
RandomThis is a story I wrote at 4 am on minecraft an dI thought it should be shared with the world
