The Story of My Life

Chapter One: How I got my First Cellphone

        Hey guys! So, I guess for all those of you who didn't read the introduction, my name is Carabo and I have mental problems, this is how I got my first cellphone!

        It was a dark, cloudy day in New Jersey (I grew up in that awful place), and I had a detention for stabbing the history teacher's left leg with a butter knife (totally unfair! >:( ). Well, there was a hot guy in detention  sitting two seats away from me, I decided to make a move. The teacher started talking on the phone about a family emergency. but he got really emotional and had to leave the room. The moment the door shut, the whole class started talking. "Hey, how did  ya get detention?" "Do you have the weed for today?" "How about them teachers, eh?" I normally wasn't a talker, since anytime I talked to someone they'd get freaked out and run away, but I was determined not to freak the hot boy. I walk over to him and ask, "Hey, so what did  you get detention for?" Classic trouble maker question. "Ah. I just was talking in class.." He seemed gloomy. and I kind of wanted to cheer him up. "That's nothing! I stabbed the teacher!" His face suddenly turned pale and flipped out... he nodded his head like I was crazy! Ugh! Boys these days! They expect girls to be absoultely perfect! Now I was mad, so I walked back to my seat. Perfect timing, teacher walks in. But everyone could stop in a second, because they'd make you spend more time if they caught you talking, and these people had plently of experience with detentions, since it was just the regulars for today. Three more hours passed, finally he told us we could go. I spent the walk home stalking the hottie, hotties love it  when they are being stalked.

        "Hey! Did I freak you out in class when I talked to you? You seemed kinda scared..." I bursted as I jumped out from a bush right in front of him. He was strangely startled. He just froze for a couple seconds then screeched, "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?! Have you been stalking me?!" I was extremely offended! How could he not appreciate being stalked?! I mean, c'mon, it just means you're special! Like me, my mom always says I'm special. "Uhhh take it as a compliment!" I clearly explained. "You freak! Go away!" He dashed away, but luckily, I did grow up with  cheetahs. I outran him by a mile. "Hey! Wait!" The cheetahs also taught me how to tackle. "Uggh get off me!" The boy groaned. I sat on top of him. "I never caught your name!" He groaned loudly then screamed for help. "Blake! Blake, if that's what it takes for you to get off of me!" Blake... nice name. I remembered I had a pocket knife in my hoodie. I pulled it out and then threatened: "Let me see your bag," as politely as I possibly could. "Here! Here!" He was crying now, awwww he's getting feelings! I dug through his bag and got his cellphone. "iPhone 5s! SWEET! Well, maybe when we're  a cute couple I'll give it back to you!" I chided. He was most likely going to chase me now. "TAKE IT! TAKE IT! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" He offered. He had adrelline from getting love feelings from me, so he ran extra fast and probably to where his house existed. "Sick! Well, let's hope he doesn't call the cops. They do that sometimes..." I talked to myself.