Y/N is the new girl at manor high and shes containing everyone's love for 120 seconds.
IDENTITY V HIGHSCHOOL!!!
Mentions of Kevin Alonso
DISCLAIMER: Norton
(satire)
Today was the day of Prom for manor high, and it seemed that everyone had a special love bug! Except for little old me...
I sat alone in the cafeteria, after my embarrassing arm wrestle defeat, nobody wanted to sit with me...I glared down Norton as he spoon-fed y/n half vampire half werewolf half demon half fairy half mermaid half vampire again the cafeterias weekly mashed potatoes. I should've been the one feeding her.
Ever since the talent show, life has tasted like nothing but marshmallow circus peanuts! (They are AWFUL!!!) This has got to be the lowest point little ol' me has been to. To make matters worse, today was Mashed Potatoes Wednesday, which reminded me of my traumatic experience, where my trauma came in. I had mashed potatoes explode on me traumatically during a traumatic talent show. (It gave me trauma responses to mashed potato's)
As I was scooping the mooshy mashed potatoes into my sad dissatisfied mouth, Patricia Dorval, the hottest Dorval to walk the Manor High's halls, passed by with her girlfriends.
"Hey again Twiggy, I can't tell if it's you or the mashed potatoes stinking up the place. Have you ever heard of a shower before?"
Everyone in the cafeteria simultaneously turned, pointed, and LAUGHED at me. LAUGHED AT ME LIKE I WAS A CLOWN! I. AM. NOT. A. CLOWN! BUT AN ACROBAT!
Since patricia was so witty, talented, and sexy, she had received another grammy.
I ran out of the cafeteria crying as people threw their sporks at me. I do not smell like mashed potatoes! It has been 3 months!
I ran into the bathroom and sunk against the wall underneath the hand dryer, which kept blowing air at me on and off since I was triggering it's sensors.
"Where did I go wrong!?" I said through broken sobs.
I slammed my fists to the floor. My vision got red. My heart hammered against my rib cage, and I let out a blood curdling scream.
"I need a dancer god mother!"
I was hopeless... I sighed heavily, letting my head drop. Who would want to help this somber little guy?
Suddenly, I saw pink fog roll in at my toesies woesies. This made me a cock a brow, my right one. I look up, because I am a peculiar curious fella. I saw glitter slowly fluttering down.
Suddenly, the handicapped stall door swung open. A silhouette pirouetted out.
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"Oh Michael Von Queer!" The voice called out from the fog.
Oh twiddlesnaps! She knows my real name! This must be my dancer god mother!
My eyes widened as my dancer god mother approached me. Was this my last hope of gaining back y/n half vampire half werewolf half demon half fairy half mermaid half vampire again!?
