I was walking home from school when literally everyone i know fucking got shot and died.
the only person who survived was a tall man with a shaved head and mustache. He came to me and started laughing so fucking hard. "What the fuck is wrong with this man he looks like a rapist." I thought.
"What's so funny" *I make Angry face*
"A MEEEEMMMEEEE." At this point, the man was bent over laughing. I started to run away, but then I thought he was kind of hot. I walked back and grabbed his bald, shiny head.
"What's your name"
"Grayson"
"Okay".
