The Fatty in My Class
I looked at her and she wasn’t crying or anything, just playing dumb. Or maybe she really was dumb and a fatty, a great combination. Now, when you’re bullying someone you actually want to get a reaction from them. This fatty here is playing deaf and it’s not the reaction I wanted. So I continued.
“What? You won’t tell me your vital stat? I’ll just have to guess then. Let’s see...”
I moved my chair slightly facing her position and eyed her from head to toe. I had to stop myself from gagging.
“36-24-36” I stated, mockingly. “That’s just the vital stat of your legs.” This time I got a reaction. She flinched.
I wasn’t contented by that. I wanted--.
What the hell did I want?
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theannoyingellix
This guy needs to be tortured in the worse way. *grabs hotgun* I want to torture him so bad. >:{D
I didn't know Arnold Schwazznnscsbhchbdhacasdcngarr had a son. now i know more :D It's funny daughter, I like it! good job :D
i had to stop myself from killing my tablet. seriously,i would have kicked his arse
I love your story :3 it tells a lot about how the real world is like, btw how idyou get the "table of contact" up? my story wouldnt let me do it.
I want to reach through my phone and poke his eyes out and then tie his tongue into a bow. Ugh!!
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