I thank my mother for dinner again and go back to my room. I grab my laptop and it's tray and go to my bed. i lay on my lonely bed and cuddle up to my plush fox. I turn on my JBL blootooth headphones and put them on. I log on to my laptop and go to my Spotify. I start playing my Stormzy playlist and start listening to Vossi Bop. I whisper along: **My bruddas don't die we just vossi bop...**
I open my twitter and browse through. listening to the playlist cycle through all the songs. I accidently roll onto my other side and yelp out in pain. I quickly roll back over and start to cry into my plush for at least 10 minutes. so not long for me. eventually i wipe my wet cheeks and unball myself. I browse around twitter and find some pictures and videos... of me. Of me on the floor bleeding, me being stabbed. Everything that happened two days ago. The captions were things like "welcome to your new shcool bitch" and "little rat got what he deserved". The comments were mixed. Some supported it some didn't. I slam my laptop screen down and cry into my plush in a little ball again. Stormzy in my ears: How's a tweet on twitter gonna kill me? how?
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Soul mates (furry NSFW Gay boyxboy)
RomanceHi im Ollie and someone saved my life on my first day at my new shcool and i have a huge crush on him.**i look up at my mystery rescuer as he gets up and looks directly at me. I see his beautiful soft brown eyes and he's so tall. I quickly look down...
