out-of-tyche
My first day of school was what you'd think it was, I was running down the hallway; late for class the bell had already rung and I was running in my old black converse with a dick painted on it sole because my brother thought it was funny and a metaphorical representation of my "dick of a personality" and then with a hard bump it all came crashing down, as I looked up I had bumped into the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen , he wore an emerald green letterman jacket that really brought out his eyes, and ruffled brown hair, and as I glanced down, unable to stare into his eyes any longer I noticed his name marked on a book "Brad". Wow, he was beautiful. He picked up my chin and said "nice boobs".
Not
I have a sadistic sense of humor, but I infact had a penis on my sole and did bump into someone that day, her name was Iris. Iris was a senior like me and everything I ever wanted her short black hair with purple at its tips and wore black combat boots entwined with Mickey Mouse laces.
The story of how meeting Iris Mattick changed my life and somehow, when i had my life all figured out, she still remains an enigma that my mind cannot fathom and still she's I can think of.