Shrek sighs harshly from exhaustion, upset over his decision to play Minecraft all last night. He fiddled his fingers as he was tired with anxiety. He had to get those diamonds before he left.
"Ugh, I cantt beleeve that yive gottuh goh to me ferst day of me new schhol..!" He blushes intensely. He had met a few people that he was going to school with, thankfully. Howem I gunnah mek frends?? He sighs. It would be hard, but maybe he can do it.
Shrek gets up from his bed and stretches eagerly. His armpits left a wafting yet unbearable smell in his room. 'I must need me perfoom...' He thought. His grandmother got him some for school, but he didn't think it was necessary.
"SHREKK, GETYA AWS DOWN HERE!!!" He heard his grandma scream his name.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Wazowski, is that you?
FanfictionRead the untold tale unfold, one of grief and sadness. You will be reading a story between Shrek and his old professor, Mr. Mike Wazowski.
