Present Guy

Present Guy

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Life at school is okay, I mean. There's the pupils, they can be mean but I don't really care. The smelly disgusting canteen food, eurgh. And finally the sports programme, I cannot do sport in order to live. I live off of food and the internet, so don't judge. But the only thing that messes up my mind is this person, who keeps on giving me presents in my locker. I cannot stop myself from not stopping getting frustrated. I have changed my locker code 2 times and I am not that even pretty! Why me? Of all people? Me? "GOSH! WHO THE ACTUAL F ARE YOU?!" I scream in my locker, forgetting the fact that I was doing this in my school, where all people can see me. credits: Cover from Chloe_MinHunHan Idea from CrazyJinshi
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Why in the world did I agree to this? How did my brother talk me into helping him shop for an outfit? Oh, this is like torture. I normally don't ever help him. And now, I remember why. UGH!! After what seems like hours, we still aren't any closer to finding that perfect outfit and both Shane and I are getting very frustrated. Even the sales clerk who has been so helpful is starting to lose hope. I decide to go to the corner of the store where I haven't been yet and see if by some miracle, I will find something there. I glance around the area and then suddenly, something catches my eye. Oh, that is perfect. Without hesitation, I immediately dash over to the rack and I go to grab it, but someone else reaches for it at the same time. I instantly bark, "No, this is mine. I saw it first."

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