Traveling home was wild.
I decided not to take the bus. The sensation of licking jacks nippels played over in my mind continuously.
I liked his milk.
As I turned into my street I caught a glance of Catherine tate on the opposite side of the road...
This was not going to end well
"HEY SLAG! What the fuck is your problem?"she screeched at the top of her lungs
"Pardon?" I questioned raising my voice to match hers declaring I was not intimidated by her "you. Why the hell do u think u can lick jacks nippels and not mine?" She declared in a confused tone
When the words jumped from her mouth I felt my eyes prick. Was this really happening? I have defiantly not blended in with everyone else
"Erm...."
"Save it" she interrupted me
"Let me tell u something! My face is not bothered.
Does it look bothered? Ask me if I'm bothered! Face bothered bothered face nah I ain't bothered!!" She announced once again drawing attention which I hated but declared to myself I would never back down from anyone.
I then decided to grab a hand full of my toe nails beneath my pocket and pushed them into her mouth until she threw up. A little spitting in my mouth.
At this point I was already running towards my small suburban house i approached my door and pushed threw it.
I ran towards my room and licked my carpet until I could remove Catherines vomit from beneath my taste buds.
This took a while.
Getting up I realised I had cotton stuck to my tongue and decided to grab a glass of my hamsters blood to wash away the cotton in between my teeth.
