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Chapter 3

BOOM. WAKE YO'R UGLY ASS UP. FOR REALZ. GET CH'YOUR BOOTY DOWN TO BREAKFAST OR I WILL THROW DOWN ALLLLLL OVER YOUR FACE. AND YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN, OKAY? BADA ZING. I'M OUT. LATER SUCKERS. PEACE!!

That was how I woke up this morning. You can thank my ghetto grandmother. She's kind of bonkers. She was reading me a story one time when I was little, and all I remember was her repeating the same line over and over again.

Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. And died.

The death of Whinnie was a little dramatic for a child's mind. I have always been an awesome person, so it didn't really affect me that much.

Yes, that was my childhood. Now to Linda, she was currently in dance rehearsal because everyone was required to know how to dance for the Yule Ball themed prom. She knew she would NOT be going with any Nevilles, even though he turns out really hot. Hey, maybe she will. Who knows, 569 guys have already asked her, she just had to wait for a Neville to ask instead of a Cedric Diggory.

Anyways, Linda was partnered with a girl who had a quite large pimple on her nose. It was strange to her, to dance with a girl. She had never felt so… she couldn't really explain how it felt in words. Her mom was very Christian, and absolutely hated gay people. Linda certainly didn't have any problem with it, because she had her fooling around. When she was 15 she went to a party with a bunch of 17 year olds who were friends with her boyfriend. Someone spiked her drink, and she ended up making out with a senior. Her boyfriend found her, and took her home. He broke up with her, claiming that she was too young for him, which makes sense. Linda only shook it off, thinking of how her evil her current mother's boyfriend was. He was always drunk and hit her m- I am so off-topic. If the girl was a little more attractive… no. Linda already had her eyes on Grant. He was one boy who had yet to ask her. She stared off and watched him dance with Hannah, a really lazy girl who could not control her boobs. They were just always out there, sort of in the way of everything. He tried to dance with her, but her breasts were literally pressed on top of him, so he couldn't reach her waist. It was too far away.

ANYWAYS, Grant caught her eye and mouthed to her, 'help'. Linda, being awesome, took this as seriously as possible. She pushed her dance partner off of her and flew into the air, doing a triple jump. She landed next to the couple, doing a razor sharp cut through the air between their bodies with her long arm. Hannah only looked shocked, for she didn't feel anything. Ah, the beauty of boobs.

So this chapter was really boring and perverted. Let's get on to something more interesting.

After Grant gave her his number, she skipped to her dorm. Classes were over and she was tired as crap. You don't save really attractive British guys from breast attacks every day, now do you? She got a text from Grant, who popped up as:

Neville, oops I meant Grant
1 new text message

She might've done a fangirl squeal right then and there, but she suppressed her voice. She didn't want to disturb her roommate, who was doing god knows what. She felt really bad for god, he watched all these people doing weird and strange things. The text said: Hey, meet me later at 23, okay? Outside the cafeteria. I have a surprise. She only shook her head, remembering that he forgot that in America it's called 11 pm. She texted back: K. See you. She decided to get her sleep early, and set her alarm for 22 o'clock. She quickly fell asleep.

5 hours later, her clock went off. Her roommate wasn't in the room currently, and Linda was very happy about it. She grabbed some of her casual clothing and changed into them, and adjusted her makeup and bed hair. She walked out of the building, and went to the cafe'. She saw the clock, and realized how hungry she was. Her stomach grumbled quite loudly and all she could do was hit it and whisper-yell a shut up. "Hey," a voice said behind her, and she literally jumped straight into the air. Grant handed her a flower and said, "A little bird told me you were hungry. And that you were still available for the Yule ball..." he slyly added in. She smiled, taking the flower, replied, "Well, that little bird is correct. Do you have food? Not that I'm a pig, it's just that I am hungry and have not eaten since lunch and-" she just now noticed the buffet behind the said boy. Her eyes turned into a crazed glaze, and ninja jumped on the food.

After they ate, mostly she, it got kind of awkward. They stood really close to each other, and then their lips met. They might have kissed for several sunlit days, or seconds, but it was the most amazing kiss she had ever had. "Wow," they said simultaneously. Grant had a silly smile on his face, and Linda was sure that her whole body was blushing red.
"So, uh, wanna go with me to the ball?" he asked her. She only stared for a few seconds, before processing his words, and then shrugged. "Eh, why not." She twirled off to her room, leaving a rather amazed and wonderstruck boy behind her.

After finishing her homework, she decided to take a sleeping pill and go to sleep. Yawn, I am super duper tired. It's almost 1 in the morning, so I'ma go now. Sleep well my little children.

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Chapter 3

BOOM. WAKE YO'R UGLY ASS UP. FOR REALZ. GET CH'YOUR BOOTY DOWN TO BREAKFAST OR I WILL THROW DOWN ALLLLLL OVER YOUR FACE. AND YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN, OKAY? BADA ZING. I'M OUT. LATER SUCKERS. PEACE!!

That was how I woke up this morning. You can thank my ghetto grandmother. She's kind of bonkers. She was reading me a story one time when I was little, and all I remember was her repeating the same line over and over again.

Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. Whinnie was dragged down the stairs. And died.

The death of Whinnie was a little dramatic for a child's mind. I have always been an awesome person, so it didn't really affect me that much.

Yes, that was my childhood. Now to Linda, she was currently in dance rehearsal because everyone was required to know how to dance for the Yule Ball themed prom. She knew she would NOT be going with any Nevilles, even though he turns out really hot. Hey, maybe she will. Who knows, 569 guys have already asked her, she just had to wait for a Neville to ask instead of a Cedric Diggory.

Anyways, Linda was partnered with a girl who had a quite large pimple on her nose. It was strange to her, to dance with a girl. She had never felt so… she couldn't really explain how it felt in words. Her mom was very Christian, and absolutely hated gay people. Linda certainly didn't have any problem with it, because she had her fooling around. When she was 15 she went to a party with a bunch of 17 year olds who were friends with her boyfriend. Someone spiked her drink, and she ended up making out with a senior. Her boyfriend found her, and took her home. He broke up with her, claiming that she was too young for him, which makes sense. Linda only shook it off, thinking of how her evil her current mother's boyfriend was. He was always drunk and hit her m- I am so off-topic. If the girl was a little more attractive… no. Linda already had her eyes on Grant. He was one boy who had yet to ask her. She stared off and watched him dance with Hannah, a really lazy girl who could not control her boobs. They were just always out there, sort of in the way of everything. He tried to dance with her, but her breasts were literally pressed on top of him, so he couldn't reach her waist. It was too far away.

ANYWAYS, Grant caught her eye and mouthed to her, 'help'. Linda, being awesome, took this as seriously as possible. She pushed her dance partner off of her and flew into the air, doing a triple jump. She landed next to the couple, doing a razor sharp cut through the air between their bodies with her long arm. Hannah only looked shocked, for she didn't feel anything. Ah, the beauty of boobs.

So this chapter was really boring and perverted. Let's get on to something more interesting.

After Grant gave her his number, she skipped to her dorm. Classes were over and she was tired as crap. You don't save really attractive British guys from breast attacks every day, now do you? She got a text from Grant, who popped up as:

Neville, oops I meant Grant
1 new text message

She might've done a fangirl squeal right then and there, but she suppressed her voice. She didn't want to disturb her roommate, who was doing god knows what. She felt really bad for god, he watched all these people doing weird and strange things. The text said: Hey, meet me later at 23, okay? Outside the cafeteria. I have a surprise. She only shook her head, remembering that he forgot that in America it's called 11 pm. She texted back: K. See you. She decided to get her sleep early, and set her alarm for 22 o'clock. She quickly fell asleep.

5 hours later, her clock went off. Her roommate wasn't in the room currently, and Linda was very happy about it. She grabbed some of her casual clothing and changed into them, and adjusted her makeup and bed hair. She walked out of the building, and went to the cafe'. She saw the clock, and realized how hungry she was. Her stomach grumbled quite loudly and all she could do was hit it and whisper-yell a shut up. "Hey," a voice said behind her, and she literally jumped straight into the air. Grant handed her a flower and said, "A little bird told me you were hungry. And that you were still available for the Yule ball..." he slyly added in. She smiled, taking the flower, replied, "Well, that little bird is correct. Do you have food? Not that I'm a pig, it's just that I am hungry and have not eaten since lunch and-" she just now noticed the buffet behind the said boy. Her eyes turned into a crazed glaze, and ninja jumped on the food.

After they ate, mostly she, it got kind of awkward. They stood really close to each other, and then their lips met. They might have kissed for several sunlit days, or seconds, but it was the most amazing kiss she had ever had. "Wow," they said simultaneously. Grant had a silly smile on his face, and Linda was sure that her whole body was blushing red.
"So, uh, wanna go with me to the ball?" he asked her. She only stared for a few seconds, before processing his words, and then shrugged. "Eh, why not." She twirled off to her room, leaving a rather amazed and wonderstruck boy behind her.

After finishing her homework, she decided to take a sleeping pill and go to sleep. Yawn, I am super duper tired. It's almost 1 in the morning, so I'ma go now. Sleep well my little children.