Life sucks, then you die (ENG)

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Berättelsen har INGEN exakt handling. Kapitlen kommer så småningom, och hittas på rakt ur mitt lilla huvud, och har inget att göra med t.ex. mitt personliga liv. Jag har ingen ide' om hur det här kommer att bli, men det får vi väl se!



Jag tar emot kritik, men snälla, håll det värsta ni har inne i munnen, jag försöker ju ändå inte komma till en tävling eller så!




Chapter 1 Just a horrible start of a day

Well, first the school makes you to wake up way much earlier than you want to.
Every morning starts in the same way, sigh, shower, brekfeast, clothes on, brush teeth, make up and go to school, alias the hell-house.

Finally in school, you start to imagine how horrible a day could get, and then, right on the next lesson you get the answer... IT COULDN'T GET WORSE!
The teachers torture you with these stupid math-books and PE-lessons, and they don't do anything else them selves except of the annoying talking. ARGH!

Fortsättning följer

Bra !

Tack tack ♥
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This is the feeling for me, every single day. And right now I, Angela Michelle Julie Ravens, felt a lot (A LOT) worse. My math-book was at home, and just guess if my teacher would have his worst rage ever, on ME?!
Paul Teckerson was the most horrible and terrifying teacher on planet earth! Every single small mistake (like a little piece of dust on his desk) was the end of the world. And when somebody forgot something, the result was kaboom pow, rageragerage, aargh. Or actually, just death.

I wondered about to fake that I would get ill or something, but I knew it wouldn't work so I would just have to deal with it. "Say goodbye, and please come to my funeral" was my first thought, and exactly what I did mean.


Sorry, jag lovar att i morgon blir det SUPERLÅNGT kapitel!!

Jätte bra! ;D

Herregud tack Det är ju roligt att höra!
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Okay, I walk in to the math-classroom, and already felt EVERYONE to stare at me. So, they knew, and they all waited for a mighty scream-out, just in a few minutes. My feelings: Crap.

When Mr. Teckerson stepped in to the room, my breathing started to get harder, and I began to stress.
Well, he recognized my body language, and immediately walked towards me. His eyes were colder than ice, and they were just about to crush me down from my chair.
-Well, is there possibly someone in this very classroom who forgot something, hah? His voice sounded more horrible than usual, my neckhairs were rising.
In the next moment everyone in the class watched me, this would deffinitely not end well...
-Eh, sir, I did. But I have done my homework, and written it on a paper..eh..right here! I showed the paper where the answers of the homework were. In the following 5 seconds the whole class started to giggle, and then bursted out in a storm of laughing, half the class on the floor...


Det blev kort, pga. flunssa, då jag har inte någon ork att ens sitta framför dataskärmen... Nåja, fortsättning följer!