The dramatically grammatical story of a smol girl losin her marbs

Zoe returns

With a gorgeous snort and cough, zooe was woke.

"Yo what year is it?" Said zie, checking her watch "damn its nearly twenny ateen, I must of forgotten to set my alarms clock"

With a few worm movements, zoe slunk from beneath her bed, her long hair covered in cobwebs.

"Beep beep lettuce" alarmed her computer "you gotta few hundred notifications"

Twas a message from caitlyn; "im married now btw" a thicc, white cream of memories flooded into zoes smol mind. I have friends, wtf? I missed the wedding? Am i going to be a grandmother? Better get ready for school. Zoe slithered downstairs and whipped up some lit instanoodles.

"I want sweet and sour flavour to kill me" said zoe casually out loud and then downed the intire pot of noodles. Zoe now prepared her bag, shoving a book, a pokemon x catrige and a single, solitairy carrot into it. Then she put her shoes on her head and her glasses on her feet then she left the house. The night was dark and spooky like a cat. On a lamppost, there was a poster with her ugly face on it.

" have you seen my son?"

Wtf mum. And then sho continued on her perilous travel until she got to her frands mandas door. She knocked. The door opened.

"The hell zoe, its 2am"

"Ha what, i just wanted to watch dennis and ghasher"

"They canceled it, now we have to wach squuiddledum and dood fuk shit up"

Zoe felt he weak heart shatter into a million crispy peices. No more calling walter a thicc bih. What will become of her now...