The Adventure Begins!
By: HairyLegs 1213
Me: Hello! I’m currently doing this sh*t called a story and DAMN am I doing it badly if you found this explicitly disturbing cause at least a minute later when I started I was cursing like a sailor.
HEHE… COULD BE WORSE ^^;
In this story (since this was made during my first year in high school, wild imaginations) I changed it a bit ‘cause this was directed to: ‘I***: I hope we can win! *0*’ that kind a sh*t, I changed it to 3rd point of view and some 1st points too. To make it like a story, at least. I’m actually kinda rambling now so… ON TO THE STORY, MY DAHLINGS~!
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Izzy’s P.O.V
SUP, I’m Izzy Dela Reyes-Jackson, 24 yrs. Old. I have a husband and twins who love me dearly, friends who’re annoying as hell and had enemies that were the worse of the worse;
Did you see the word ‘had’ there, buddy? ‘cause I killed them all in my 4 years of after meeting, dating and marrying my hubby, Monday Jackson, who is the hottest and (probably) the sweetest man I ever met.
If I can remember it a bit (since I have bad memory) I was a bit of a troublesome kid, not like the ‘make-trouble-wherever-you-please’ but like the ‘trouble-follows-you-‘cause-imma-jerk’ kind a way. I had average grades (if you count straight D’s on your report card when it comes to honesty) a normal high school life, almost close to graduating from it and now was finding a job to sustain myself when ‘that’came to my life.
It was a normal, a bit quiet, kinda day. It was a creepy day, since normal wasn’t label to her calendars lately, me and my friend, Alliona, argued about her current lunch issues with…
“… give me some, pleeeaaasssseee~??”
If you guessed it, ME.
“NO” said the smaller girl, authority laced on her voice.
‘Is just me or is this girl being possessive around lunch these days?’ I thought as another whine came from the back of my throat.
“Please~! Just one little strand??”
“No, you have a lunch box with you Izzy” she said stubbornly
I ain’t gonna lose to a midget, I’m becoming desperate here “PLEEEEAAASSSSEEE?????”
Stares coming from fellow students started becoming cautious, as if thinking there’s a fight coming along, who could blame them? I’m one of the on and off rowdy type of person and was considered that I can put a good fight, damn straight!
