The disaster day

The disaster day

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Dear diary, I would love to say that today was the best day of my life, but I just can't! Why I hear you cry? Well it all started when I awoke from the most vicious dream ever, I mean what would a clown and a mime be doing in my balcony? And why were they playing with my remote control helicopter? I wish I had the answers, but that was just a dream, it couldn't get any worse than that, could it? Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse I had woken up at nine o'clock, let me just say it wasn't my fault, my stupid brother didn't wake me up I mean it is his job to do that so why didn't he. We'll he did not wake up to the alarm on his phone and the worst part of this was that buses were on strike so I would have to walk from deptford all the way to blackheath and back at home time. But what I didn't know was that my school had changed every rule and that if your late to school you will get an hour detention but I wasn't up for it. First the dream then the late wake up then the bus
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" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

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