It All Started when I was FLUSHED down the TOILET

1 : •butt out•

"Fight!Fight!Fight!Fight!" The crowd gathered around us chanted loudly.

I enjoyed the attention but it was short lived because of the angry fist that was hurtling towards my face.

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Well...I guess I should explain myself and further explain how I got into this mess in the first place.

~1 hour earlier~

Ya know, me and my bed had a very serious relationship but the only problem was that my alarm clock just kept breaking us up.

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I sprayed some deodorant under my pits and flinched at the tingly burning feeling it left.

Me and my over sensitive armpits.

I sniffed one and before my nose could even get close to the armpit, I knew..."shit i put too much."

I was born to suffer was I not?Like legit no cap there was not a day I'd gone without having bad luck.

I checked the time on my alarm clock and panicked as I saw the time. I was late once again.

Shit!

I was still trying to fit into my pants, hopping and hoping that I hadn't grown fat in the past month...year
but being a fat ass eating pringles and burgers every hour of course I had.

We were finally going back to school after quarantine was over.

Somebody finally found the cure to the legendary corona-virus. Yaay. (Note the sarcasm)

Well we spent the whole of 2020 in our homes, trying to cope with e-learning and the distractions the unlimited WiFi brought.

The funny thing was, Simon and I never got the virus.

We shake each other's hands but spit on them before that even happened and we made a lot of promises. I thought we were sure to die and of course we made a suicide pact during online mid terms.

I remembered one time when we both had the flu and our parents brought us together, locked us in a heavily ventilated room.

We were a hot, virus filled mess  high on pain medication, I was surprised we never got Covid.

But it didn't matter because we were the best of friends.

Simon thought he was going to die and I too thought the same.

So we made another pact that we were going to die together, so traditionally, when making a pact we spit on our hands and shake each others.

We called it a spit oath.

We got way worse after that.

You'd think that we learnt our lesson, but we being potato heads kept doing that any way.

So now, Simon was coming any minute to pick me up and we'd go to school together.

Finally going back to physical school and see some horny teenagers once again.

The real ones.

Not the ones who looked like they hadn't showered since quarantine started on Zoom.

So either way it was back to school.

Unfortunately this was not planned.

The president issued a mandate that all students return to school today and me being an unorganized mess, had piles and piles of dirty clothes laying around in my room.