Fictional Stories.

a kid has swine flu at my school.

stef919:

i’m not in isolation though. only the year eight’s are. dammit.

the kid was only at school for one day so it only effects them seeing as he’s a year eight.

and there was a majorrrr fight in my psych exam today. a table was thrown and a teacher ‘pushed’. : D

a kid finally got busted cheating too.

Yeah, so what I threw a table and I pushed a teacher. I was scared okay. Some kid in year 8 has swine flu and they only isolated the year 8’s cause he was only here for one day so it could only really affect them. FUCK OFF. That kid probably went to the Canteen and spread his pig germs all over the donuts and who knows where his money went that he used to buy his food. That money is now in circulation with all our money. I mean he was out there in our breathing space at recess and lunch. He was also in the same class rooms as us. We don’t just stay in the one class all day, we change class for each subject. He could’ve coughed on my table, that’s why I threw it and then the teacher got all angsty and said it was all just a distraction so people could cheat. Who would come up with a plan that stupid? The teacher deserved to be pushed for being such a pleb. I mean sure the answer sheet was taken from the teachers desk during this whole conflict but it doesn’t mean the two events are related… or are they? That’s for you to decide.

My boobs are way too big.

jessicacowan:

chocolate-cigarettes:

And I hate that some people treat you different because of it. If you wear a tank top, or a low cut top girls will stare and call you a slut/skank/whore - when they are practically wearing something similiar, if not worse, they just have no clevage to show. And then the guys. Well, they just perve and wanna get with you because of it. Of course I am not referring to every guy or girl out there. Big boobs can be a priviledge, but sometimes that is not the case.

I am right there with you sister.

Oh shit, she’s caught me staring at them, I’m not perving or anything. Those things fucking scare me, they remind me of when I was younger and a lady had fallen on me and I nearly suffocated in a pair of equal or greater size to these massive beasts that I am now looking at. “Do you mind?” she asks. Well yes I do mind, you’re breasts are bringing back terrible memories and I’ll probably will have nightmares tonight, but I’m not going to tell you this because it’ll make me look like a weirdo. So I’ll make idle chit-chat. “No, I don’t mind”. Wait, did I just tell her that I don’t mind staring at her massive tits? Man, those things are freaking me out. She looks disgusted, change the conversation. “Nice weather we are having, great time for a party, Martin sure was lucky with such a beautiful day”. This is really awkward. I think maybe I should go talk to someone more flat chested. “Did you want something?” she asks with disgust. “No, I’m just standing here admiring the view”. Martin sure has a great house, the view of the beach from the balcony is amazing. She starts to yell at me, something about being a pervert. I try to apologize but she continues to scream. Eventually she calms down and I try Idle chit-chat again. “So you come here often?”. She looks at me and then asks me if I’m trying to pick her up. I run far far away. Fuck those massive breasts of hers were scary.

I'm still not getting my hopes up.

mashburger:

I’d love it if you did, however.

You were always the one. Ever since I first met you, I knew that you were the one.
I remember sitting and thinking that you were too good for me and that I had no chance in hell of ever getting you. I told myself that over and over again so that I wouldn’t get my hopes up that maybe you actually liked me too.
I remember one day you suggested that we go on a picnic. I said “okay”, not even thinking that something could happen. You kissed me and I kissed you back.
Now we’ve been together for a countless number of years and I’ve asked you to marry me but the thing is I’m still not getting my hopes up.

hayleeey:

i have this fear that one day i will fall down a flight of stairs and no one will want to help me. while i lay there unconsciously…

So there I was at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Dying. I didn’t know which bones in my body were broken but I was guessing it was all of them. I had always feared stairs for when I was but a small child I tripped up a step on the escalator and broke my leg and escalators are moving stairs. Stairs are fucking frightening especially when they move. The stairs I was slowly dying at the bottom of were in fact moving stairs but they were not escalators but the moving stairs in the Harry Potter video game that I just bought. I had lost a lot of health falling from the top of those stairs and was subsequently killed by a pixie.

Just won $6 on a scratchie!

(via husty)

Oh the day in which I won six dollars on a scratchie. I remember it was a cold day and the wind was blowing like crazy. I was just minding my own business when all of a sudden BAM! A man in a long blue trench coat was all like “Hey motherfucker, have a scratchie, I just bought it at that grocery store right there but my religion forbids me to gamble and I forgot all about that, luckily for you god called and reminded me and told me that I wasted my money and that I should give this scratchie to someone for kindness is it’s own reward” and then he gave me the scratchie and I won 6 Dollars. Man, that was a good day.