Betcha didn't expect that, did ya?
- LECTURES 177
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 9
En cours d'écriture
Dernière publication dim., mai 10, 2015
When a 16 year old Nina Lilly reed moves from an English school to a new boarding school in Australia called Bondi academy, all the students thought 'just a new English stuck up kid' but little did the all know it wasn't as It seemed especially for the 18 year old school jock, Tristan Geckings who's in his final year.
Insight: "ok, so there the jocks/players.... They're the fake things... They're the academics... And those.... they look normal. maybe this won't be too bad?"
"Hey girls, look I the new snob, the English alien."
Let's open they're open there eyes, shall we?
"High barbie, I'm surprised to see you here, I thought you would be in aisle 7 in toys 'r' us right now?"
Suddenly the whole school corridors erupted in laughter,
I take a bow a walk away smirking leaving a stunned barbie catching flys
Serves you right fucker.
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