Bridget looked out the window in anticipation. She could smell the freedom slowly luring her in from this hell hole some people called...."school". She shuddered.
To her, school was just a toy that Satan himself conjured up. Every opportunity she got, she'd try to escape.....but yet.....her plans seemed futile. Every single time she'd try to run out the front door of the building, the principle always caught her. She even tried using the side doors, but some dickweed always told on her.
This made bridgee angry. She started to clench her pencil in her hand with exxagerated force, drool angrily dribbling down her eight chins. Bridget's eyes flashed, realizing the other students were begining to stare.
Control yourself, she commanded. She slowly wiped away the drool with her home-made sweater and eased her grip on her pencil. She smiled to herself, glad to see she still had some control over her body and emotions. It seemed she got a little.....wild sometimes, making it hard to take control of certain situations.
Was this teacher ever going to stop his boring rant?! Bridgee didn't even understand what the hell he was talking about. Something about multiplication. Oh well, Bridget Dikeman had no need for math anyways. Not where she was going.
Today was the last day of Senior year in High School. She prayed every single night for this day to come, and it was finally here. Every now and then she'd hear whispers in the hallway about where all her fellow students were going to college. Suckers.
Why would anyone want to furthur their education? We were already smart enough, in Bridgee's eyes at least.
No, no, no. College was not for her. Instead, as soon as this clock strikes 3:15, Bridget was headed straight for The Big Apple. New York City, for all the noobz out there who don't know her slang.
Bridget had to stick her fist in her mouth to stilfe her manly giggles. Brian Dicklee turned around from in front of me and arched an eyebrow.
Just thought of something funny, I'll tell you after class Briguy, Bridget thought, teleporting those exact words into his head.
Suddenly, Bridget slammed her hand on her desk, angry at herself for forgetting Brian couldn't read thoughts. Tears threatened to pour down her chipmunk cheeks at her carelessness.
Sometimes it seemed Bridgee couldn't do anything right.
When the bell rang, Bridget's heart leapt. She wanted to remember this moment forever. She looked at something not particularly significant and said "Click"! Now the memory was safely documented inside her mind.
Ah, memories.
As Bridget walked into the main hallway of the school, all that surrounded her were celebratory whoops and hollars from her fellow classmates. She couldn't wait to track down her own friends and share this precious moment with them.
She began to sprint excitedly down the hallway, beads of sweat dripping from her glorious body. When she finally located Jessica and Missy, her BFFs, she began to cry beautiful tears of joy.
"My friends" she choked out, snot covering most of her face and hiding her pimples, which she was extremely grateful for. Along with the snot, welcomed farts began to blow gracefuly out of her asshole. This aroma mixed with the sweat and grime covering her had people running for the front door.
Bridget autistically put a finger to her lip and giggled. "Oopsies". She slapped her butt playfuly and skipped over to her amigas.
"Hey guys" Bridget greeted them with a wink.
Missy and Jessica just stared at her as if they couldn't believe something so ugly and pathetic could even survive this long. "Um, hi." Missy replied uncertainly. Jessica seemed outraged that Missy had the audacity to even speak to her. With that, she yanked on Missys wrist and dragged her out of sight.
Bridget curled herself into a ball on the sidewalk while rocking back and forth, letting passerbyers wipe the bottom of their disgusting shoes on her.
This made Bridgee think. She hurled herself off from the ground with incredible force. She was done with letting people walk all over her. Litteraly. She ripped off all her clothes, allowing all her sags to roam free. She let out an autistic howl, then she started to run towards New York City.
She didn't know what in the heck would happen, but God Damn it, nobody was going to get in her way.
Will Bridget ever make it to New York City to see her dreams come true? Tune in to the next chapter to find out ;)
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Bridget's Time to Shine
HumorBridget Dikeman is tired of the same old routine. She wants a whiff of something new. Her senior year of Highschool has finally ended, but now she's looking for something that can only be found in.....New York City. All she wants is to be a star, bu...
