Note: What gingerenna said in the first part. I don't usually swear a lot. But when I'm mad.. Brace yourselves. No, seriously. Please do.
This is just the continuation of what I was saying -writing, actually-
SHE.
IS.
SUCH.
A.
FUCKING.
BITCH.
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It was a nice and normal Wednesday -the best Wednesday I have ever experienced so far- , I forgot to bring my scrabble tiles. So, the board was useless. And, I forgot to bring my conversation notebook, which was genius of me. (Please note the sarcasm)
We were allowed to bring games as long as they weren't phones or gadgets. It's November, and we're done with exams. I found a spare notebook in my file and grabbed a pen. Actually, it was gingerenna's pen.
As I was saying -writing-
OFF COURSE.
RIGHT.
OBVIOUSLY.
SHES. SUCH. A. FUCKING. BITCH.
I passed it to Gingerenna, feeling annoyed as hell that I'm sitting on a wobbly fucking chair.
Oh god, I knew somethin' was wrong with dat chair in the beginning. I mean, who would want a chair like mine for a sec unless there's something wrong with their own chair.
THAT. GIRL. IS. A. FREAKING. BITCH.
I bet if we asked her for my chair back, she'll say "Wait a minute.." and ignore us.
I wrote back to her, saying:
UGH. SHE. IS. FUCKING. EVIL. I. AM. SO. MAD. RIGHT. FREAKING. NOW.
Why the fuck did she tell me to pass my NICE and COMFORTABLE chair to you?!
And she had to pass me her broken wobbly chair. FUCK.
It's funny when you're mad. She just touched my bottle. SHE EFFING TOUCHED MY BOTTLE. SHIT'S GOING DOWN!
By now, I was annoyed as hell. I was furious.
NO. FUCKING N-O. SHE DOES NOT -I REPEAT- DOES NOT DESERVE TO PLAY SNAKES AND LADDERS ON THAT FUCKING CHAIR. NO. UNACCEPTABLE. FUCKING HELL. IM OVERREACTING.
You're making my stomach burst from laughing. I hope she dies and never finishes dat game!
OHHH. SO THATS IT, HUH? SHE GETS TO RELAX ON THAT FUCKING CHAIR WHILE IM SITTING HERE ON HER CHAIR WOBBLING AROUND LIKE IM SAILING. LIKE, "ARGHH! BRING DOWN THE SAILS. TURN SUSAN (my ship) AROUND 360 -NO- 180 FUCKING DEGREES AND LET'S STOP WHERE WE WERE 5 FUCKING MINUTES AGO AND TRADE SPICES AND WEAPONS.
I EFFIN CRIED. Omg, lol.
And the bell rang.
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xoxo - Gingerenna and The Amethyst
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