Greetings to all,
It is I the mastermind behind this story.
Now if you LIKE the story your a decent person with a VERY strange taste in these so called 'books'.
If you DISLIKE the story well...then you are a smart person that knows an awful book when they see one.
HA just kidding, Fuck you, Anyways just read it.
(Btw the characters in the story are very stupid so please if you get annoyed with them...it means everything is working)Adara and her friend Mahlia were walking to their first class of the day and on the way Adara stopped in her tracks.
"Oh shit!" Adara says
"What is it!" Mahlia says
"Iook at that over there! So gross!" Adara yells
"Gosh what could possibly be so-! Oh my god is that a dead body!" Mahlia trails off
"Yep that's definitely a dead body" Adara says
"Oh that's terrible we should get help!"
"Mahlia it's a dead frog we don't need to help it"
"But it can still be saved!" Mahlia says with false hope
"Mahlia what could they do to save this? it's insides have already been eaten out by ants" Adara says
"I don't know? Turn it's body into a frog purse? Those are real you know!"
"Mahlia...shut up"
Adara and Mahlia continued to class.First period was finished and Adara walks up to Mahlia complaining about school work, people, you know the usual.
"So like sir was a bitch I wasn't even talking and he was like 'Adara 20 minute detention' how rude of him! All I was doing was vaguely whispering" Adara complains
"Are you gonna go to your detention?"
Mahlia asks
"What? Heck no it's waste of both of our time! Especially mine" Adara saysThey continue walking to their next class when they happen to bumb into G-ahn on the way.
"Hey G-ahn" Adara says
"Heeyyyyddhsijnx" Mahlia attempts to say
"Oh hi guys so like I guess what I heard this 7th grade loser say 'I just don't know who want to date, I mean I like Kyle, Tristan, Michael AND John and of course they all like me just who should I pick' and then her friend said 'just date all of them they will NEVER know' Gosh 7th graders are idiots they should go back to primary school"
G-ahn says
"What the heck little kids are such hoes these days" Adara says
"Yeah agreed"
G-ahn and Adara shake hands.
G-ahn goes to shake Mahlia's hand but like she left.
"Oh what the heck where did Mahlia go?"
G-ahn says
"Huh? Uh I don't know, To class" Adara says
"Hey, look there is blood on the ground where Mahlia was JUST standing!" G-ahn says
"Oh...um...maybe she got her period?"
"What?! That's so-!... actually...your probably right... Wait...No! That's stupid!" G-ahn says
"Well she's a girl so...maybe-" Adara is cut off
"There is a shit ton of blood on the floor! There is no way there would be that much blood!" G-ahn says annoyed
They continue arguing about this for the next 12 minutes.12 minutes later
"Ok we are late for class damn it..." G-ahn says
"That's right you bitch ass hoe ass ugly ass dumb head ass ugly hoes are late!" A loud voice yells out from the distance
"Oh hey Keyana good to see you too" Adara says
"Why aren't in class? Your asses are gonna get in trouble" Keyana says VERY loudly
"Why do you keep talking uh, yelling about ass?" G-ahn says
"Cause I love ass!" Keyana says
"OK! Anyways, let's continue the mystery of Mahlia where could she have gone" Adara says
"She probably went to class were you guys aren't!" Keyana says
"Oh really then what are doing out of class then! Huh?"
"Oh I'm wagging"
".............................WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Ok ok guys just be quiet their are other classes" G-ahn says
"Your right we won't get any closer to figuring out where Mahlia went, Alright looks like we need to do some looking" Adara saysWith that Adara and friend search for Mahlia
Narrator 1: "Will they find? Will forget about her and just stop looking? Will they get detention for not going to class find out in the next chapter of Naruto!"
Narrator 2:"Uhhhhh wrong book"
Narrator 1: "Huh? Oh...crap that must be a typo"
Narrator 2: "Well anyways, see you next time (probably not though)
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The True Memoir Of A True Murderer
HumorThe Greatest story on Wattpad. (No kinky stuff here you hoes)