My name is Wanda and I hate cheddar. Like honestly hate cheddar. It just makes me mad. I think that's a justified reason to hate cheddar. Right? Wait, of course you agree. You love me. Everybody loves me. I'm Wanda.
Last week my boyfriend faked his own death to get away from me. That hurts. But not as bad as cheddar. So when others eat cheddar, I prevent it. Like my niece, for example. She had the frickin nerve to eat cheddar in front of me. Let me tell you my tale of woe.
The date was January 1st, it was a New Years party. Everyone was having fun. Of course they were, I was there. Until heads turned to see my niece. She was sitting in my father's special chair. It gets worse. Yes, she was eating cheddar.
"That's not your chair," I stated tensely.
"No one else is sitting in it," She brattily whined.
"What's that you're eating?" I whispered while squinting.
"Cheddar."
"It'll spoil your dinner,"
"It's noon"
My eyes narrowed at her disrespect. How dare she speak to me with such attitude.
I shuddered at the memory of that wretched party. It would've been nice without the cheddar filled snack table.
This leads me to the next cause of my misery. My horrid niece, who dares eat cheddar in my glorious presence. And then, this wretched creature shows such blatant disrespect. Such as the day when I asked kindly, as I am a kind and fantastic person, asked for a poster to be made for my fantastic self. The girl refused, making excuses. She claimed many things, such as "Well Wanda, my laminator is broken!" or "Well Wanda, I'm too occupied with the education that will influence my entire future." LIES. THE BRAT WILL SURVIVE WITHOUT COLLEGE. I DID. SHE HAS TIME TO MAKE ME A POSTER. I bet she's making excuses to make up for the fact that she's EATING CHEDDAR.
As you can see, that was the story of me, my cheddar induced pain, and my deep hatred for my niece. For just fifty dollars a day, you can help rid the world of the monster that is cheddar, in the name of Wanda.
A/n~ Alright so, hey, it's Maddie. This may be one of the stupidest things we've ever come up with. I have regrets. But at the same time I'm extremely proud and I'm low key dying from laughing so hard. So this is the end of Wanda. But it was fun.
VOUS LISEZ
Mockery
AléatoireWelcome! This is complete fiction, this is not made to insult anyone. We don't have any friends to mock anyway.
