Just read the whole thing in a basic white girl voice. Shhhhh, it's better off that way, darling.
'Murcia: *in a mocking teenage girl voice* Oh my god, my shoes totally do NOT match my shirt. That is SSSSOOOO ratchet.
*walking down the street, Starbucks in one hand and, his IPhone in the other hand* I am on FLEEK.
*looking on the mirror* DDDDAAAAMMMMNNNN, my eyebrows are on FLEEK.
*walks past the mirror and stops to admire himself* DDDDAAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNN, I look on FLEEK.
*doing squats at the gym* DDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNN, my body is on FLEE- POINT. My body is on point. Betcha thought I was going to say fleek again. Haha, NOPE- *is interrupted by a certain song*
Oh
M
GEEEEE.
ISH MAH JAM!!!!! *starts singing and twerking*
MAH MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL DAH BOYS TO DAH YARD AND THEY'RE LIKE, IT'S BETTAH THAN YOURS. DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTAH THAN YOURS. I COULD TEACH YAH, BUT I'D HALF TAH CHARGE!!!!!
Iggy: *comes out of the dressing room* *raises an eyebrow*
'Murica: This is my work out, IGGY!!!!! *changes songs and continues dancing* NOW WATCH ME WHIP *whips* NOW WATCH ME NAE NAE *nae nae's*
Iggy: *eyebrow grows*
'Murica: *failing miserably at the dance* DO THE STANKY LEG. DO THE STANKY LEG.
Iggy: *le eyebrow keeps growing, breaking through the ceiling*
'Murica: *snaps his fingers and walks out of the room, making sure to sway his hips as he does so*
*at home now, laying in bed*
I wonder what I'd look like with Kylie Jenner lips? *sighs* *calls up Iggy* Artie?
Artie: Alfie, it is almost 3am *groans*
Alfie: But.....Yeah.....It's like, all I want to do is like, cuddle, you know?
Artie: Alfie, go to bed.
Alfie: Ugh, What-ev-ah.
*in the morning, getting ready for work*
*puts on a crop top, leggings, an infinity scarf, ugg boots, and aviator glasses*
Damn.
I.
Am.
On.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
FLEEEEEEEEK.
Hahahahahahahhaha, SWAG! *snaps his fingers and vanishes into a cloud of pink, blue, and gold sparkles*.
Admin:.....Um.....Yeah. Basically the girls in my school. I'm half basic, btw....Sorrynotsorry.