IM SO FAHKIN ANNOYED. I NO LONGER HAVE ANY MOTIVATION WHATSOEVER TO UPDATE MY FANFIC (DESPITE THE FACT I LOVE WRITING IT, I JUST HAVE NO INSPIRATION). I WANNA UPDATE SO BADLY BUT I CANT! EVERY DAY I JUST FEEL SO TIRED AND SICK THAT I WANNA PASS OUT RIGHT THERE! JBFJSHDBAFBERGJERNGDKFBUTHRWBRKNEBGITIURHN THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT FUCKING STREP. NOPE. NOW, IM COUGHING EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHEREEEEEEE. LIKE, I CANT EVEN BREATH! IT GOT SO BAD IN MY LAST PERIOD OF SCHOOL THAT THE TEACHER PUT ME IN THE HALL BECAUSE I WAS DISRUPTING HER CLASS! LIKE, SERIOUSLY? IF I COULD STOP, I WOULD! I KINDA LIKE BREATHING TOO, TEACHER.
THEN, WHEN I WAS ABSENT, APPARENTLY WE DID SOME SORT OF POEM SO WHEN I CAME BACK, I ASKED FOR MISSING WORK. SHE GAVE ME INSTRUCTIONS AND I TURNED IN THE ASSIGNMENT. ON THE DAY IT WAS DUE, I WAS TURNING IN A SHEET OF NOTEBOOK PAPER WITH EVERYTHING ON IT AND SHE SAYS THIS:
"Oh, its supposed to be on this paper." The teacher said, pointing down at the stacks of everyones turned in work. Their poems were all written on white sheets of paper, like printer paper but with lines on it... Lucy had never seen paper like this before.
"I never got that paper, miss." Lucy hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to crumble her poem she spent hours upon hours on.
"I gave it to everyone." The teacher replied hastily, her brown eyes full of disgust and annoyance as she stared Lucy coldly in the eyes. Lucy tried to think of an argument, but everyone was staring at her. She could feel their cruel, burning gazes on her back. She sighed angrily and crumbled the paper in annoyance, plopping it down on the teachers desk before walking back to her own.
"I guess youll take a zero then?" The teacher said. Though the teacher didnt show it, her tone sounded triamphant, as if she had conquered some great beast. Lucy didnt respond, she simply headed back to her desk in silence. Her mind, however, was full of thoughts that just wanted to be yelled out. "Shut the hell up you bitch!" "Oh really? Ill get a zero on an assignment you basically never gave me?" "Wow, what a teacher you are!" So many words that NEEDED to be said but COULDNT. All Lucy could do was cry on the inside and silenetly mumble her rage.
The rest of the class was full of awful stares and rude comments, people smirking as they noticed Lucy grind her teeth. She wanted it to be over as soon as possible. Today was not going as planned. She wanted to stand up, walk up to the teacher and slap her across her ugly bird like face, watching as her sharp brown eyes turned angry... Then she would laugh and run off into the halls. Thats what she wanted to do. She couldnt, though. Her mom would KILL her if she did that. But, even death seemed like a good idea at this point. The teacher basically hated Lucy... And Lucy hated her.
YUP SO THATS HOW MY DAY WENT. I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD WRITE ALL THESE STORIES THIS WAY. OMG. IMA DO THAT NOW! THAT WAS FUN! LETS WRITE MORE LIKE THIS! OKAY OKAY! UHM... COUGHING FIT:
Lucy couldnt stop coughing. Her nose was runny, her throat was sore, her chest ached from all the coughing... She thought was going to die. However, the teacher continued to teach... And Lucy continued to cough. She could barely breath! But, the teacher lecture was still heard. Barely.
"Adverbs... Adjetives... Nouns... Stories......... Sentences....." The teacher would pause every now and then as Lucy would suddenly burst out coughing, her head beginning to hurt as if she had been staring at the sun all day. She continued to hack, people staring at her because she was interrupting their conversations.
"Lucy, go into the hall and get some water. Dont come back until your coughing stops." The teacher ordered, pointing towards the door. Shit. Lucy simply mumbled some unidentifiable cuss word under her shaky breath and headed outside, drinking about a gallon of water before sitting outside the door.
This teacher was such a bitch! It wasnt Lucy's fault she couldnt stop coughing! She needed to learn too! It wasnt like that asshole of a teacher was going to give her the work anyways! Lucy continued to cough, and cough... and cough... and cough... Until the bell rang. Then she ran inside the class, glaring daggers at the teacher who simply SMIRKED at her. She grabbed her stuff and walked out... trying to resist the urge to flip off the teacher.'
UGH THIS UPDATE IS FUCKING SAD. SO FUCKING SAD. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IM SORRY IM SO DEPRESSING RIGHT NOW. MY SISTERS FRIENDS ARE STAYING OVER SO I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AND HER FRIEND GETS MY BED... I CAN HEAR THEM THROUGH THE WALLS. THEY ARE SO FUCKING LOUD.
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Boredum=Randomness. Randomness=Wattpad. Wattpad=Stories. Conclusion: This.Humor
I sighed as I laid in bed, unable to fall asleep despite the time which, to my dismay, was around midnight. "Ugh im bored!" I whined, hanging my head off the bed. I began to wonder what to do at such a late hour, coming to not so many conclusions. ...