So.

There's this boy in our class. We mention no names.

But he is a LEETLE BITCH.

(Aster) He said to me during gym, "How did Aster beat (insert name) at badminton?" When HE CAN'T EVEN FUCKING GET THE BIRDIE OVER THE NET 99% OF THE TIME.

LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, LEETLE BITCH.

Yea. I am an angy frog.

(Ignore_Me11) *angrily slaps the keyboard*

I am thinking. Do not type that Aster. Unless you want to write "do not that Aster". No, Aster! Stop typing immediately!

OK. Fuck this.

Every. Single. Fucking. Morning, I am talking to people (this actually really annoys me, I am pissed off about this), he comes up and he WIPES his SNOT on his jacket.

Like, get a fucking Kleenex! PLEASE!

And he looks at us and says, "Hi, can I join your pretty girls' asshole?"

And then he snot rockets ALL OVER HIS FACE.

(Aster) Yes, Ignore_Me11 was dictating while I typed, cause I'm faster at typing.

Anyhoo, that's all for now.

Cya!