Over time, I realized that the world could stop turning and it wouldn't matter. All living things in the world have a purpose... except for humans. Sure all the animals and plants would die off and Earth would become another Pluto, poison, abandoned, forgotten. Then some future planet would study us and how we would be called a "comet" just like Pluto, which at this point is space dust. I can't wait to get out of the black-hole called middle-school! All we do is study the same crap over and over again and call it a different name! Example: addition=multiplication... subtraction=division... ya... you get the point. All we do around here is talk smack about the people we hate... bitches... freaks... bitchy freaks. I discovered that if you can make "the man" laugh, you gotta chance to not get your head stuck in a trash can, or get mocked by millions! Or, just ignore the mocks and insults and just roll with it. Nothing can prevent it. Our "The Man" isn't really a man... a woman... a b***h. Marisa S. The worst thing to ever happen. I say she was born on a freeway, where most accidents happen. rofl Her daddy gets her anything she wants because she knows how to black mail. ninja I got nothing on my dad. Besides the "bunny attack." But that will be covered later.
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