2/28/25 - Why Can't I Make Friends?
The tale of my school and how much I hate it.
Part 1: Back To School
Tonight I woke up with only one hour of sleep after my mom woke me up at 5 am. She forced me to go to school, I mean, I only missed 180 days no big deal. I had to get dressed into my favorite school outfit; unwashed smelly sweat pants and a rust shirt. I dawned my light up Skechers with no socks as my sweaty fungus infected feet gets irritated when I wear socks and went to get on the bus.
Part 2: The Bus Ride
As I got on the bus the frame shook with every step I took. I sat down in the back row, my smell forcing everyone to evacuate to the front of the bus as we drove away. My pure weight made the back of the bus grind against the road. They called me fat boy and it'd hurt my feelings
Part 3: The Hallways
As I arrive to school, I went to my locker to put my things up. When I opened my locker I found fart spray and thought it'd be a funny idea to douse my best friend Jason Cramer with it. When I did he beat my ass and slammed my head into a locker and I couldn't fight back as I'm too fat. I was forced to go to the nurse's office where I DoorDashed a Big Mac and fries to make me feel better, the driver dropped it all over the ground on the way in when he fell backwards after hitting the bubble that forms around me which is my stench.
Part 4: The Final Class
When I got back from the nurse's office after I bitch and moaned and filled my fat ass all day they forced me to go to the last class of the day. It was the last week of school so we didn't have a lot of work but none of the teachers knew my name as I've missed every day of school up until now. I spent my whole time in class day dreaming about rust and praying that I would finally get home and end this torture of a day with a good 8 hour long raid.
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