I'm walking down the hallway at my school, I'm in Building One heading back to the Main Building. I had just left the Student Store and had a (short) nice heart warming talk with the cute girl, Carla about The Walking Dead and was feeling pretty good, when suddenly I see my friend Calandra walking towards me. Calandra is one of those "ghetto girls", the kind that Mann and Sean Kingstong talk about.
"Hey, Ryan!" She calls out to me.
"Sup, Calandra?...Yo, my throat is just so sore..." I call back overacting that last bit, with my hand around my throat.
"Aww, why-?"
"From all that GAME I WAS SPITTIN! DAYYUUUMMM!!" I cut her off. She turns away and walks in another direction waving her arm and shouting in a loud voice,
"I am SO DONE WITH YOU!"
Then we laughed and parted ways.
This is now my life, non-fiction. Is it better than my brutal works of fiction? You decide.
-Sir Jestro
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