I want to bring back the “why I am an awful person” series.
“Why are you bringing it back?” You may ask.
Well shut up first of all because this is my story, my book. No... post. ITS MY POST!
And secondly I only posted 2 stories in that “series.” So I decided I’d actually finish something for real this time.
“And why specifically this and not anything that someone actually asked you to finish?”
Because this is fun damn it. I like sharing my evil cold heartedness. Like that one time with the book and report card! Ha! PRICELESS!
*everyone goes to call the cops now*
Okay now I will start.
See those lockers?
Yeah those are how our school’s are set up. The person with the locker above or below us are called our locker partner. Which when I say that please remember we do NOT share the same locker.
That, well that would actually be hell.
So I come to realize I have the um... sadly uh, I’ve got the top locker. Which in most peoples opinions its great! WOO whooie! Although, it is not a good thing.
Not for little 4’10 me...
So, when I open my locker, I CANNOT PUT THINGS IN THERE PROPERLY SO I THROW THEM IN!
As in I have a pile of unorganized crap in my locker, high up, in a confined space, with a human trying to work open their locker below...
JUST IMAGINE HOW MANY SHOES IVE ACCIDENTALLY THROWN AT THEM!?
Alright, thats it. I’m an awful person. The end 😂
And as always. My dear chicken nuggets save my soul😁