Part 11

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BILLS POV

Soos doesn't say anything. 

"Well, I think that enough for today. Bill and I are just going to head up. Goodnight!" Pinetree grabs my arm and drags me p the stairs. Well, he tries but can't move me an inch so I take pity on him and help. Shooting Star follows us.

Now time for some random shit.....(This was a monologue I did for my Drama class.)

                                                      A Burger Cooks Ramblings 

My life sucks. Every single aspect of it. Terrible. From my friends to my neighbor to my job, it's all bad. So, first, my best friend and neighbor is not the sharpest tool in the shed, to say the least. Even though he's my best friend, we have sort of a love/hate relationship. His lack of intelligence gets in the way of everything, and I have to act dumb with him just to make him feel better. The only time I have fun with him is when we gang up on our other neighbor. Now, that guy...he's a huge jerk, and the exact definition of a delusional artist. He constantly is trying to harm us in some way, and has spoken about three kind words to me total in the years that I've known him. And my job? My job is a living nightmare. I work in an unsanitary kitchen as a cook. I'm probably just one rotten burger away from getting ebola. My jerk of a neighbor works there, too, and only complains about everything. I pretend to love my job, since I work for less than minimum wage, and my boss would fire me if I even suggested a raise. I've tried to get another job, but every time I do, it lasts about eleven minutes before I'm crawling back to my money-hungry boss. There's a girl that doesn't live too far from me, and she's pretty nice. But all she cares about is doing dumb science experiments, and mostly tests them on me! One good thing...I have a pet. But it's a snail. And guess what? Even my pet snail hates me. It's run away a few times, too. Yeah, pretty sad. And as if all of this wasn't enough, there's one last cherry on top. I'm constantly blowing my money on repairs for my house, because it's always rotting away. I guess it's not all that surprising though, since I live in a pineapple under the sea.






                                           (Have a nice day/night/afternoon!)



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