A Day in the Life Of Me- A 15 year old chick
Perhaps not the greatest of ideas you realize, your chain even decides to repeatedly disconnnect itself. You don't even get a quarter way to school before you drop your bike down frustrated and flustered. Perhaps you're not as wise as you thought you once were, you walk the rest of the way to school, abandoning your trusty two-wheeled friend.
An hour later, you've arrived at Crpton High. (Or something I just made up) Half an hour later you're sat down in Science, producing some sort of gas out of reactant metals. Better than Biology you suppose.
You leave for lunch, ready for something to devour, you hadn't even eaten breakfast this morning. You, with great wishes got into lines, you could smell the food from here, you weren't going to eat their meal selection..it was like eating from a garbage can, rather, you were hoping to get perhaps a pizza and whatever else was there. Head high, hopes leveled up, perhaps that wasn't such a great feeling, maybe because you were being bullied by Alfie, the guy that everybody hated, shoved you, you felt his fat masculine palm in your chest, "gimme, your money, twerp." He demanded. His breath was..rotten. You felt kind of sorry for him, you could nearly tell he lived in a Caravan or something, and his parents probably drove some sort of rusty cheap Hippy van. But at the same time, you despised of his presence, the way he thought he was better than everyone else, his bulging belly, his fat slightly muscled arms. "Didn't you hear me, bitch? I said, give me your money or I'm gonna kick your ass!" You stared at him, nervous, but somewhat confused. He doesn't deserve your money, he doesn't deserve to even live! He's a waste of space, waiting to be stuffed back into the garbage bin. What's your approach to this situation?
An hour later, you've arrived at Crpton High. (Or something I just made up) Half an hour later you're sat down in Science, producing some sort of gas out of reactant metals. Better than Biology you suppose.
You leave for lunch, ready for something to devour, you hadn't even eaten breakfast this morning. You, with great wishes got into lines, you could smell the food from here, you weren't going to eat their meal selection..it was like eating from a garbage can, rather, you were hoping to get perhaps a pizza and whatever else was there. Head high, hopes leveled up, perhaps that wasn't such a great feeling, maybe because you were being bullied by Alfie, the guy that everybody hated, shoved you, you felt his fat masculine palm in your chest, "gimme, your money, twerp." He demanded. His breath was..rotten. You felt kind of sorry for him, you could nearly tell he lived in a Caravan or something, and his parents probably drove some sort of rusty cheap Hippy van. But at the same time, you despised of his presence, the way he thought he was better than everyone else, his bulging belly, his fat slightly muscled arms. "Didn't you hear me, bitch? I said, give me your money or I'm gonna kick your ass!" You stared at him, nervous, but somewhat confused. He doesn't deserve your money, he doesn't deserve to even live! He's a waste of space, waiting to be stuffed back into the garbage bin. What's your approach to this situation?