Three trouble makers are not enough...let's make it four
- LECTURES 319
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 5
The sound of the can flying through the air was all you heard before a loud BANG rang through the hall countered by a thud. I stood there shocked as I watch a forty-year-old man rub his forehead while stumbling to get up, I just hit a teacher in the face with a can of hair dye!
I was pulled out of my shock by a hand grabbing my arm and pulling me away back into a sprint, laughter filled my ears as I looked over shockingly at the boy who was doubling over laughing.
Tears filled his eyes as he held his stomach with his free hand, "Oh. My. Gosh. That. Was. Hilarious!" He said through laughs "I can't believe I just did that! On my first day?!" I said more to myself as we burst out of the school's side doors.
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Violet's Delight
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the bad boys soft side
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