It all started in a stupid math success class in the 8th grade. I was supposed to be doing math homework but instead, I was drawing Slenderman. Ugh. I was such a wanna be emo. I got up and showed my handiwork to my teacher once I was done.
She looked concerned but went ahead and let me tape it onto the white board in the class room. It was the next day. I walked into class with a sticky note on my drawing. I read it. It was from a girl a year younger than me saying how much she loved my drawing and that she was also a fan of creepypasta.
Right then and there, a chain of sticky notes and creepypasta drawings led us to be instant best friends. Her name was Dakota. Her name was Dakota. Her name was Dakota. We exchanged bus numbers to see if we had the same bus.
Because we were cringey middle schoolers. I honestly have 0 regrets. Besides wanting to be emo. Anyways. The next day, I walked onto the bus.
She told me that she was the 3rd stop. As soon as we got to the 3rd stop, a beautiful dirty blonde haired girl walked on and giggled at me as I frantically held up a drawing of Ticci Toby so that she could know where to sit.
Hi she approached me with a shy wave but excited expression. Where as I uncontrollably hugged her. Smooth, isn't it?
It's so nice to finally meet you in person she happily said into my shoulder that may or may not have been slightly suffocating her.
I backed away in my seat to give her some space to breath. Right back at ya famalam I said while shooting my finger guns at her. She laughed at my awkwardness. Again. No regrets.
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Not Perfect (GirlxGenderFluid)
RomanceHer name was Dakota... she was a bisexual goddess that would obbsess over creepypasta and jaskepticeye with me. She was perfect. I thought I was just a girl then. I found out after. I had a hard life... she made it better... DISCLAIMER: This is abou...
