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Whoa
Apparently this guy is an asshole. I really wanna read more and see what this guy is all about.
It's like he doesn't know how to be himself, or atleast a realistic self.
Stop bitching, u CAN write.
dammit, u should continue the story because it sounds like it's leading up to something juicy and remind of all the stupid shit i've done in high school.
you know what this reminds of is this book called "Be More Chill" about this teenage kid trying to fit in to high school. I can't remember the author's name. Really good book.
Yes, you keep writing too, and keep drawing cuz ur awesome.
Hey so i decided im going to write a book and this might be a good place to put some of my writing... i donno, dont read if you don't want but here it is... its only half of the first chapter... it switches perspectives too.
Don’t read this. If you’re sitting in the bookstore, put it back. If you got this from the library, return it. If you bought it, return it and make better use of the money. And if you can’t return it, then shelf it with all the rest of the books, CD’s, movies, instruments and talents that you never did end up using.
All you’re going to hear is some stupid story about some stupid-ass teenager. If you’re over 20 don’t even bother. Amused is all that you’ll be.
This stupid shit little boy is seventeen. Picture the little fuck-tard smiling in his school picture with his off white teeth. Picture his hair is slightly red on top with blonde highlights, but brown on the sides. His face, sprinkled with freckles, and little red dots with the occasional white center. His eyes, blue-ish green, but he would say that they switch seasonally to make himself feel special. He’s over dramatic about every thing. He loves pondering to himself, trying to make himself believe that he’s fucking intelligent. He stays up till 4 o’clock in the fucking morning because he likes the feeling of having no sleep. Repetitive depression makes his little heart cringe.
And he loves it.
Every moment.
He is at school watching some stupid comedy show. He laughs differently on purpose so he doesn’t sound like the icky little shit he is. And every time he laughs, he does so while saying “oh shit,” cause’ he picked it up somewhere, and thought he would sound cool.
That piece of shit wishes he could be in a school function event such as this “Comedy Night” show. But he was too scared at the tryouts. Plus, the only reason he wants to now more than then, is because he realizes that he could have made it, and his friends are having fun and getting recognized on stage without him. Even that one bitch that’s more overdramatic than him.
And of course, he can’t stand it.
Once it’s over he walks out of the theatre into the school hall. Briefly separated from his friends, he runs outside to find them. He finds all the guys. Eric says that he needs to go in and find someone before he leaves. Our shit head friend follows in to find the people that will be riding with him, and the girl.
He walks through the crowd in the hall, of people congratulating their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, friends. Of course no one is congratulating stupid shit little boys. And that, is because none tried out. Just like our little bitch here, they were all too afraid. Too afraid to tryout. Too afraid to live. Too afraid that they would humiliate themselves for one fraction of a moment.
He finds the girl. With his first two fingers and thumb, he gently as hell strokes her right shoulder from behind.
That sick fuck loves her to death.
She turns around probably hoping for it to have been anyone else. She doesn’t show him any expression of the sort. He says to her “C’mon, let’s go.” She walks forward with him, as he briefly, in his happiness, forgets that he even has to worry about anyone else coming with him.
Once outside, she yawns and admits that she’s too tired, and doesn’t feel like doing anything else that night. That she had gotten used to sleeping and waking early while being grounded. “C’mon,” he pleads hoping maybe she’ll kiss him for no reason right there and then, “Are you sure you’re that tired?” He looks for a tiny spark in her eye. A tiny gleam. A tiny hint that maybe she might see this little speck of a person as something just a tiny bit more. Something he can stretch to make himself happy for a good five minuets.
Her face turns sorry while she tells the un-relentless fucker that she is sure, but has to get her things out of his car first…
Apparently this guy is an asshole. I really wanna read more and see what this guy is all about.
It's like he doesn't know how to be himself, or atleast a realistic self.
Stop bitching, u CAN write.
dammit, u should continue the story because it sounds like it's leading up to something juicy and remind of all the stupid shit i've done in high school.
you know what this reminds of is this book called "Be More Chill" about this teenage kid trying to fit in to high school. I can't remember the author's name. Really good book.
Yes, you keep writing too, and keep drawing cuz ur awesome.
Uh.
Don’t read this. If you’re sitting in the bookstore, put it back. If you got this from the library, return it. If you bought it, return it and make better use of the money. And if you can’t return it, then shelf it with all the rest of the books, CD’s, movies, instruments and talents that you never did end up using.
All you’re going to hear is some stupid story about some stupid-ass teenager. If you’re over 20 don’t even bother. Amused is all that you’ll be.
This stupid shit little boy is seventeen. Picture the little fuck-tard smiling in his school picture with his off white teeth. Picture his hair is slightly red on top with blonde highlights, but brown on the sides. His face, sprinkled with freckles, and little red dots with the occasional white center. His eyes, blue-ish green, but he would say that they switch seasonally to make himself feel special. He’s over dramatic about every thing. He loves pondering to himself, trying to make himself believe that he’s fucking intelligent. He stays up till 4 o’clock in the fucking morning because he likes the feeling of having no sleep. Repetitive depression makes his little heart cringe.
And he loves it.
Every moment.
He is at school watching some stupid comedy show. He laughs differently on purpose so he doesn’t sound like the icky little shit he is. And every time he laughs, he does so while saying “oh shit,” cause’ he picked it up somewhere, and thought he would sound cool.
That piece of shit wishes he could be in a school function event such as this “Comedy Night” show. But he was too scared at the tryouts. Plus, the only reason he wants to now more than then, is because he realizes that he could have made it, and his friends are having fun and getting recognized on stage without him. Even that one bitch that’s more overdramatic than him.
And of course, he can’t stand it.
Once it’s over he walks out of the theatre into the school hall. Briefly separated from his friends, he runs outside to find them. He finds all the guys. Eric says that he needs to go in and find someone before he leaves. Our shit head friend follows in to find the people that will be riding with him, and the girl.
He walks through the crowd in the hall, of people congratulating their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, friends. Of course no one is congratulating stupid shit little boys. And that, is because none tried out. Just like our little bitch here, they were all too afraid. Too afraid to tryout. Too afraid to live. Too afraid that they would humiliate themselves for one fraction of a moment.
He finds the girl. With his first two fingers and thumb, he gently as hell strokes her right shoulder from behind.
That sick fuck loves her to death.
She turns around probably hoping for it to have been anyone else. She doesn’t show him any expression of the sort. He says to her “C’mon, let’s go.” She walks forward with him, as he briefly, in his happiness, forgets that he even has to worry about anyone else coming with him.
Once outside, she yawns and admits that she’s too tired, and doesn’t feel like doing anything else that night. That she had gotten used to sleeping and waking early while being grounded. “C’mon,” he pleads hoping maybe she’ll kiss him for no reason right there and then, “Are you sure you’re that tired?” He looks for a tiny spark in her eye. A tiny gleam. A tiny hint that maybe she might see this little speck of a person as something just a tiny bit more. Something he can stretch to make himself happy for a good five minuets.
Her face turns sorry while she tells the un-relentless fucker that she is sure, but has to get her things out of his car first…
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