Allie sits in misery amidst her laughing classmates, not getting involved in their fun, but choosing to hunch over her desk and analyze every bit of the travesty in front of her.
11 years she's lived without a single F on a math test. But there it is, red strikes through her work and all, mocking her. The more she stares at it, the more it angers her, each red strike filling her with more and more hate towards herself but mainly, she found, at her teacher. Allie grits her teeth and glares at Mr. Bloodclut from across the room, imagining herself shoving the stupid test down his stupid throat and just KILLING him.
Unbeknownst to Allie, Thomas Gorillacorn, a balding man of 53, shares the very same fantasy as he marinates in the warm bathtub, savoring the swarms of flies around him.
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Adventures through Means of Crawling through Sticky Things
MizahOnce upon a time- and I kid you not- my face curled up to look like Jabba the Hut. But it's stuck that way and I can't keep a client to save my life! Really this story will just make you feel great.
