Hey my fellow wattpadians. My name is Panda. Although to hide my true identity, call me Jaycee. I literally have no writing skills at all. I am that dumb kid who fails English because 1) I can't spell. 2) I can't even write a proper intro. 3) I have no creativity. But since I love you stalkers, I will attempt to make a story. Just know if I suddenly stop updating, I either gave up or I just can't think or both.
SO.. ARE. YOU. READY. TO. READ. THE. WORST. BOOK. EVER?
3 people: Sure.
The rest of y'all: Bye
(Was that accurate?)
Me: RIP three people.
I have no clue what that was. I'm really sorry. I've lost my funniness recently because apparently going to the 10th grade means losing your friends. Literally all I've got is you guys. Anyway, I'm just going to say that for now I give no shits about copyrights. This story is going to be absolute crap. Once again I am only doing this for the people who asked me too. Beware of the grammar errors, double negatives, confusing explanations, repeating words, a confusing plot, no descriptive details, and some other stuff I'll let you figure out. Tell me to fix my mistakes. Give me advice. Please help me in anyway. Btw this story will contain cursing and weird stuff. Why? I dont know. I'm just being weird. ANYWAY
Cough cough clears throat. Presenting............................. Wait!
P.s. This story is Pretty much all dialogue. So dont expect lots of details. I'm leaving that part to you. SO
PrEsEnTiNg
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Chapter 1- The start
" Wake up you lazy bitch. It's time to get up, be depressed, and go to school. Get your fatass up or you're going to be late. If your late you're going to fail at life you useless little-"
I groan as my alarm continues to insult me. I have no clue why I never changed that annoying thing. Maybe it's because I really am lazy, fat, and depressed or maybe it's because I can't seem to find another alarm that wakes me up. It's probably both.
Sitting up I somehow manage to get tangled in the sheets. Squirming and wiggling around certainly didnt help. There was a gigantic thud on the floor as I painfully hit the floor.
" What in the worl- Kate! Why are your Legos in my room?" I screamed. Kate is my evil 7 year old sister. She has this weird obsession with collecting Legos that hurt.. And for some unknown reason, I keep waking up with a huge pile of them in my bed and on the floor. It's like she's out to get me.
I kept falling down trying to get up because well I'm the definition of clumsiness. Finally I managed to stand up. I start to walk when another demon appears under my foot.
"Holy mother trucking fudge nuggets. How the hel-heck did that demon get in my room? I swear to bob that I am going to jump out this trucking window. Son of a jackal. Who invented these stupid Legos. I am going to shoot them. Ow I think I broke my foot."
So this is the average morning for me, but instead of stubbing my toe on the wall and 'cursing out' the wall, I stepped on a demon um I mean Lego.
After about five minutes of healing my foot, I hopped to my dresser and randomly picked out a pair of black ripped jeans and a tan shirt that says 'I have nothing to wear'.
Hopping to my bathroom I saw a 100 dollar bill on the ground, but decided against picking it up because it was illegal money and I refuse to get involved with my families stupid gang shit.
