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HELLO. MY. CHILDREN. I AM MAD.
So. Your girl was playing duck life 3 because she is childish af. And our school gives out computers for the peeps to do stuff on and we get to take them home. So. I was working hard at duck life 3 and I was getting my second duck to the end of the game. And that took me like three days to do. So I hadn't logged out of my computer for three days for this game. That's totally irrelevant btw. So this girl—let's call her... BITCH— so BITCH was annoying this girl in front of me in study hall. And Bitch was REALLY trying to piss this girl off. But the other girl—let's call her bean because idk— so Bean isn't the type of person to get angry, she's super sweet and funny and stuff. However. Sometimes. She has poor impulse control. So Bean told Bitch to come and bother me and my two friends. So basically everyone was on their computers except for Bitch. So Bitch came over. And she was really only annoying my two friends at first. We were all trying to get her to stop because she kept reloading their pages. But it wasn't that big a deal because one of them was working on a paper and that automatically saves and the other one was playing a game but she just started. No biggie. It was annoying but no biggie. Then. She comes over to me because my friends had closed their computers because they were really fed up with Bitch's antics. So, by then I've gotten my second duck to the end and I'm working on my third. There's five ducks btw. So Bitch FUCKING RELOADS MY PAGE AND I LOSE ALL OF MY FUCKING PROGRESS. I am in complete and utter shock. My friends know me so they're like 'Oohhhh, she did NOT just do that' but Bitch doesn't know me. So Bitch is laughing and having a good time. So I stand up (bitch is standing up too). I shove my grape juice into one of my friend's hands. And I bitch slap the hell out of Bitch. This was supposed to be a French class but our teacher quit so it was study hall and we had a substitute.
Ok, yeah that's all, my little tortillas! Bye!

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