CHARLIE CHARLIE
Thursday, 12:45pm (idk).
We were in oral Expression. Our teacher is really chill ya know.
He's like "do u guys believe in the Charlie Charlie thingy?"
The really catholic classmates go like "don't play that!! God doesn't want you to play that!!"
The atheists go like "hehe I've played it twice 😏"
I, as the talkative person I am (NOT) say "gimme dem pencils"
A classmate gives me the Dixon Ticonderoga pencils.
My friend gives me a piece of paper.
The words are already written.
After like SEVEN FREAKING MINUTES we actually bALANCE THE THING.
The pencil floats.
Everyone gathers around moi
"Charlie Charlie, are you here?"
Nothing happens
We say it in unison
"Charlie Charlie, can we play?"
Suddenly the pencil starts moving
The catholic ones freak out
It moves
IT MOVES
and it points to:
"NO"
Charlie you son of your mother.
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