Chewing Gum

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Mira P.O.V

"WAKE UP BISH", I heard Tasha scream, awakening me from my gaydreams.

"YES DEARIE??", I yelled back, why'd she have to wake me up???

"Never, I repeat, never call me that again. I'm straight, not your gay little 'dearie'! Anyways, you have the morning classes, remember?"

"You sure you're straight? I mean, you haven't ever come to any of my gay speeches, or slept with any oth-"

"Hey. Stobh it.", Tasha cut me off. "I'm straighter than the pole your mother dances on"

"So is spaghetti until it gets wet and hot.", I retorted.(one of my quality gay jokes)

"You've told me that one before, be more creative. Now go get ready or else you're not gonna have any salad."

i cri...I worked hard on that one :(

"Salad? For breakfast?"

"We were gonna have meatballs anyways, which is weird enough, but Mingyu took them. So, salad is just as weird and it's healthier", she responded calmly.

"You know what...I'm not that hungry, BYE!!"

She grabbed my arm. That's pretty gay if you ask me...

"You're still in your Koya pajamas"

"I knew that, I was just testing you", I said behind my back as I ran off to get ready.

My room, oh my lovely, gay room, was freaking heaven. I had at least 15 pride flags (general rainbow gay flag, pan flag, ace flag, trans flag, genderfluid flag, lesbian flag, bisexual flag, the list goes on and on) and amongst those glorious flags that declare my gayness, there was kpop. My bookshelves were stacked high with album after album, my walls plastered with pictures of random, good looking Korean people that could sing, dance, and rap, and my closets were full of merch. So. Much. Merch.

I ran to my closet and threw on a Red Velvet tee shirt, jeans, my massive glasses, and black Chuck Taylors.

I just came out of the closet and still no fashion sense...hehe

I mentally slapped myself. Enough with the corny jokes.

I ran to the bathroom, put my hair up in the nastiest bun ever (probably couldn't even be called a bun), brushed my teeth, and applied the TEENSIEST amount of makeup. Cause I have acne. A lot of acne. I should legally change my name to Acne. I can already picture it: I NOW PRESENT THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE TO AC-

"HURRY UP!! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!!! HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO LOOK LIKE TRASH?!?!"

"COMING DEARIE"

Wait for it... 
"I SAID DON'T FRICKING CALL ME THAT!!!"

There we go...

I ran out of the bathroom and out the door, calling "SARANGHAE TASHA" behind my back as I ran to my first period with Ms.Choi, who yes was Korean, and yes, who I imagine as a kpop idol every morning during class. And to top it off, she was the music teacher, and I was her favorite student! (Probably because I'm the only one in this class who can actually play the violin)

That class flew by as I spent it all imagining Ms.Choi in idol makeup while rapping on stage, and looking at BTS memes.

After that, my favorite class came along. English.

Mr.Sipó was like the father I never had. He kept a lookout for me ever since I first entered this school. He listens to everything I say, supports my ideas, and has helped me grow as a person. Any time I feel my old self coming back to me, I can talk to him, completely open. I could trust him with everything. He also helped me publish my first book, titled "Escaping The Flock" (hence why he is also my writing teacher). He even loaned me some money so I can actually stay in this school, and I'm paying him back with my book royalties. He was like my therapist and helped pull out old Mira and replace her with Mira 2.0, the new and improved version!

*since this is wattpad and I know you don't care about the other classes, we're just gonna skip a couple hours. For future reference:
Orchestra: Ms.Choi
English: Mr.Sipó
Maths: Mrs.Gantino
History: Ms. Kattopoque
Writing: Mr.Sipó
*don't mind the weird-ass names heheh I get bored easily and we need some fun names to sPiCe things up*

The day passed by rather quickly, I wonder why? I guess Izzy just got bored, oh well. Tell me what to do next, Author Nim Peaches!

I don't know, figure it out

Yes master

*as you can tell I am very bored*
ok Izzy snap back into it!

I walked out of psychology class on my way back to the dorm, stalking BTS's Instagram...cause yeah...thats what people do on a daily basis...right?

"HONEY, I'M HOME!!!", I screamed obnoxiously at the top of my lungs, letting my dear Tasha know that her beloved roommate was back from hours of enduring hell (aka:school)

"I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T STOBH IT WITH YOUR GAYNESS I AM OFFICIALLY SENDING YOU TO A MENTAL INSTITUTION!"

"Ok fine...dearie", I replied cheekily. She knew the gay would never stop. It would only get stronger...

"Hurry up, we need to get to the lunchroom unless you wanna have salad again", Tasha said, impatient.

Why doesn't she love meee :(

"I'm not the one that's still in my pajamas"

Tasha looked down, embarrassed.

heheh

"Well it's not my fault they gave me afternoon classes. When am I supposed to do homework? I like to sleep in the morning"

"We all know that the only reason you sleep in the morning is because you read fanfiction all night"

"And I listen to Twice. They're queens and Fancy slayed."

"I rest my case."

She ran to her room, just as kpop filled as mine, but with not a single gay thing...and also way less messy...YOU COULD ACTUALLY SEE THE FLOOR! Although I do have a hunch she found some shirtless pictures of Twice's Sana and is hiding it somewhere in her closet.

ooh I should find them!

Just as I started gaydreaming, Tasha rushed back. Somehow she took the same amount of time as me to get ready, but looked so prim and proper...like...how? She was wearing a flowery blouse, a blazer, black skinny jeans, boots, and managed to curl her hair. Oh and to top it off, she has not a single pimple. Not. One.

"Come on, I'm hungry", I said bluntly, she keeps awaking me from my gaydreams...

AND WE'RE OFF!

Gay jokes by Author Nim Peaches (Izzy) cause Author Nim Cream (Taniya) is still newly gay. Although her gay jokes can be pretty FIRE (quote, BTS, Fire) when she tries