The Rants of Three

Chapter Two: Wayne

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It's AmandaPanda222 here (and ShorelineRoxy ) . This is the beginning of a short fictional story in which case, none if the following is real. Don't worry we will still rant about our lives in between our fictional entries and in the author notes... 😜 Enjoy or else.

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Hey. This is ThatPersonInYourRoom and I'm going to tell you a short story. ^-^ You're gonna love it. Maybe. I honestly don't give two shits or a fuck if you do. This is not related to the short rants we're going to begin. I just wanna write it. Any whore, here it is:

Once upon a time, a time not long, a time where phones and tablets and such had not been invented yet (yeah, I know, WHAAA? NO PHONES?) there lived a little boy who went by the name of Wayne.

Wayne was a pervert, to say the least. Every morning, during school, when his teacher would sit down on his desk (a bad habit she had), he would crawl under his desk and peek up. The poor, stupid teacher wore many skirts.

One day, Wayne's aunt came to watch him. She saw her perverted little son look up his teacher's skirt and flipped.

"Wayne!" She cried, turning beet red. Every child in the room looked up at her and the teacher sat up, startled. "Ms. Teacher, Wayne is looking at your butt!" Ms. Teacher blushed, her pretty face growing rosy. She turned to Wayne--who was glaring at his aunt in betrayal--and took a step back.

"Er, Wayne," she softly spoke. "Don't do that."

"Yeah!" His aunt piped in, adding to his embarrassment. "You horny little boy! My sister didn't raise you right!"

That day was the day Wayne's sister was born.

The End.