So I'm writing a new story and I need to know if this is funny enough:
Class is beneath me at this point. My job provides enough money for me to go to college right now as a sophomore. By the time I'm a senior, I'll be rich. Not to mention that I have a higher IQ than all of my classmates without even trying.
Nonetheless, I shouldn't get cocky and just finish my assignments so I can work on something else. Something more important, like my drawings. See, ever since I was in eighth grade, I've been designing a new world for myself. It's called Uvotis, and it's home to three of my closest friends.
That I made up.
They still count though.