Yes 'I.T.'. I'm calling it 'I.T.'. 'I.T.' as in Idiotic Trash. And 'it' as in...well it. I.T. is actually a him, but I call him I.T. because he is just...I mean who doesn't wear his pants to school, and yes, it doesn't. I.T. doesn't.
I'm Gradipeetuwiggynpillihumndrajvqweet Rasherville. My friends simply called me Grady 'cause my name is just too complicated. I don't even know how my mom got the idea of this crazy name. It's like she stuffs all the letters she could find in the alphabet order in it.
I.T. is some guy in class. Ughh, I shouldn't even call him a GUY. I could be sure that he'd get the World's most STUPID person prize. He doesn't wear his pants to school. Or well even if he DID, his panties lies outside his pants. Sometimes, he forgot to bring his hankies for sneezing, he would wipe it on his arms. Snot and other disgusting stuff lives on his arm. And every time after gym class (we were told to bath after the class), he would wipe his body with the sweaty clothes he wore in gym class which makes his super smelly.
The semester had just started.
And he's sitting right next to me.
YAY! So this is my first chapter of I.T.. Hope you guys like it!! Pleeeeeease gimme some comments, it would've been brilliant. XD
-Wendy
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I.T.
General FictionI.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.
