I yawned through seventh period, watching the seconds tick by meticulously on the clock.
This class is almost over… Then it’s Tots Time!11!!11
When the bell finally rings, I’m first to jump from my seat, chanting “Emo Tots, Emo Tots, Emo Tots…” under my breath as I rush to classroom 666.
I think my favorite thing about our club, I mean, family, is that I can let a bit of my inner gay out. I’m usually an outgoing person, but for some reason I just can’t admit my deep desire for Sara’s booty.
Finally I arrive at the class, seconds before the late bell rings. The rest of the class is already there. It’s actually pretty odd that each year we've all been put together for eighth period …. yolo?
“ Ok evry1, time to get this party started!11!!1!11!111111!!!!!!!! But 1st i tnk we need some music!”
Siena jumps up at Savannahs words, “I got you guys covered!”
And with that she starts to sing out the first few notes of Welcome To The Black Parade.
This receives a few groans from everyone around her, as she is extremely off key, and actually isn’t an iPod shuffle.
“ no no y dont u play somethin moar country??!!!” cries Savannah.
Siena stops mid-song are cries, “I’M AT 4% BATTERY!”
Katie lunges at her and wraps her in a loving embrace, whispering “I got you babe” into Siena’s ear.
“I promise I’ll play our normal mix once I charge,” say Siena, snuggling closer to Katie.
Our teacher walks in and enthusiastically says,
“Okay class, I hope you’re all in your ready to sta- Oh it’s this class… You guys can do what you want…” And with that she heads to the back where her desk is, where we know she’ll mindlessly play Flappy Bird.
“Hey babe,” Sara suddenly appears at my side, quickly pecking my cheek, “Wanna go to the bathroom after this?”
(Which means make out and smoke !@#^$$&)
“Oh, but of course.” I reply, gaining an adorable shy smile from Sara.
It’s actually quite surprising Sara is so openly gay, as she’s the shyest in our class… But if that’s what she wants…
Finally we are all sitting in our seats (assigned by no other than our ‘Big Daddy’).
Half way through the class I feel something strike the back of my neck.
“Whoops, I’m ever so sorry,” I hear from Michaela followed by an eruption of giggles.
I can literally feel the presence of the cakes that flow out of her magical hair at will, but I’m pretty sure she makes most of them for Heidi (who claims to be “straight”).
“alright evey1 now pay attention!” Savannah yells, whipping a gun out of her camo parachute pants, “It’s time to play Tot Or NOt!!!11!111!!11”
