Smack bang in the middle of first period I began contemplating whether I possed the mental strength to further my high school experience. My plan for the year you ask? To become inconspicuous and obviously wearing a turtleneck in summer somehow has meet the definition of becoming inconspicuous.
So why don't you do what any other reasonable human being would do and take it of? Oh, and risk exposing my armtits to the world? Too bad, I'd rather give Satan a lap dance in the fiery burning pits of hell and that's saying something as being sexy isn't my forte.
Teachers watched me suspiciously as I gingerly shambled to the bathroom. It doesn't matter though; as long as they don't ask for a hallway pass. I won't lose sleep over their opinions and we can continue to co-exist together in the hallway.
After they realized my intentions aren't worth their time they return back to their assigned staffrooms. It was time to pick up the pace so I began to run, making sure to clutch my privates with both hands and cross my legs for dramatic effect.
Once I reached the bathroom, I began my plan and hogged the stall nearest to the window. I crouched on the toilet seat as the thought of 'sharing germs via a handicap communal toilet' made me cringe.
@HarleyQuinnston started following you.
I scanned through his instagram profile. There wasn't much to scan though as he was private, honestly what's the point of being on social media if no one can stalk you?
Harley F. Quinnston
What happened to Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll? All we've got left is AIDS, Crack and Techno.
16.Moving.Ihatepeople.
His profile picture was even more vague. It didn't tell me anything about him, but then again I guess that's just part of his gimmick to get people to follow him. But then again, with 12K I guess his tactics work like a charm. I decided to request him back after I updated my profile.
Jocelyn Rivera ☹
Popularity is for the mediocre people.
After I requested him it really did astound me how quickly he responded. He sent me a private message, which is flattering and all but why didn't he let me follow him?
Hey Pudding, you're cute in an I want to kill myself kind of way.
A photo of whom I assumed was him running a hand through his unnaturally black hair was sent with his cryptic message. How the hell was I supposed to respond to this?
Thanks?
Cool?
Rad?
I see you like Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll, me too?
No, I needed to reply in a way seen as socially acceptable by today's youth and I have to use degrading colloquial terms. Even though the thought of being objectified by this emo scum who didn't deserve his good looks made me gag, I had to flirt along.
I decided to send a picture that had already been taken. It basically consisted of me covering my face with my hands. Yes, this is what the youth of the wolrd do with themsleves.
In that case, there are billions of people, find what you love and let it kill you.
The bell rang indicating it's time for break, I can't believe it I skip my first period ever. Wow, who knew flirting took so long.
My phone vibrated meaning someone has commented on one of my posts. It's one of my older posts from when I was going through my grunge stage.
I don't care if the world is composed of billions of people, I want you.
Well then, I bet you he said that to millions of other girls.
Are you sure you want to block @HarleyQuinnston?
YEs.
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So this is an experiment, this should be frequently updated ;) Unless I hate it...
