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- >Well, today is Monday.
- >MEEP. MEEP. MEEP.
- "MY FUCKING EARS!"
- >That was exactly what you said when you realize it's 10:00 AM.
- >Anon, You fucktard.
- >You're late for school.
- >Lets get cracking.
- >Be Anon.
- >Be Canterlot High senior Fag.
- >You can finally leave this shit hole of a school.
- >However, it wasn't that big of a shit hole.
- >You still had friends and guys that you chilled with.
- >Well fuck, you were late for the third week of school.
- >You pull the sheets off of your bed, tear your boxers off.
- >Running to the shower and nearly slipping.
- >You get in the shower and hit it to hot.
- >AH! FUCKING COLD!
- >AH! FUCKING HOT!
- >AH! FUCKING PERFECT!
- >Quickly, you scrub yourself, making sure the get in between the ass cheeks, the nut sack and behind the ears.
- >Finishing up you exit the shower and get dressed
- >Damn, it felt good to have your ass in laundry that was a week old.
- >You quickly pull on some clothes. Fuck it. if you were gonna be late, might as well come in style.
- >You grab a fresh suit.
- >A nice black suit, with a white undershirt, and a blood red tie.
- >Nice.
- >You throw some waffles in the toaster and get some syrup.
- >As as your breakfast finishes, the time is 10:20.
- >First period is over.
- >Welp, fuck it!
- >You walk out the door and start walking to the school.
- >Canterlot high was a public school.
- >First period was foods.
- >You missed your secondary brekfast.
- >On the good side you weren't going to have to get bossed around by the switz-loving teacher.
- >your house was a good 20 minutes away from the school. If you walked.
- >Like you would ever walk.
- >You hop on your bike and start peddling.
- >Fuck helmets.
- >What were you? a Faggot?
- >You peddle your ass to school.
- >You arrive at your school, locking your bike at the parking lot.
- >Hoping off your bike, you straighten your tie.
- >Damn it felt good to be a senior.
- >You make your way to second period class.
- >Math.
- >Shit nigga.
- >You dislike math, not hate.
- >The only reason you didn't drench every fucking textbook you saw was because,
- >A. It's fucking useful
- >B. You can't get a decent job with out good English or math marks.
- >You enter the class room, standing there is Miss. Cheerlie.
- >Sweet fucking Slavic jesus.
- >class had not started yet.
- >You head toward your seat.
- >Only then you realized the person who sat the seat beside you.
- >Rainbow.
- >Fucking.
- >Dash.
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