Sitting In My Trackie Bums!
cornflakes
<Tabitha>
Mum, Rick, Jason, Aunty Kathy and I all sit on the head table. The tables are decorated with red roses and ribbons with white table cloths. The expensive theme they have does not suit my family. It definatly suits Rick's though. Uncle Paul is trying very hard to be funny but failing miserabley,even his best joke 'I have a six pack...well I could fit a six pack of beer in this belly haha' is wasted on the two tarts eyeing up jason who is, of course, jangling his porche keys and texting.
There are alot of girls here, that seem to have been invited by Jason. Wow they have iPod's. I feel slightly intimidated by them. I should act cool. This is my mums wedding. That makes me a bit cool.
''Hi Mum!!" I shout even though she is only two seats away.
''Hi sweetie...Did you bring your algebra work for when you get bored?'' Mum asks, makeing me blush, I only started wearing bras a few weeks ago, even though I am sixteen. Mum says Im a late developer.
''Sorry I forgot the word bra makes you feel uncomfortable!'' Mum says.
A few old men on a table near us turn around so I try to cover it up.
''No mum this dress is comfortable'' I say loudly.
''NO I SAID I KNOW THE WORD BRA MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, YOU'RE A LATE DEVELOPER.'' Mum shouts.
The whole room goes silent and stares at us. I blush a bright red colour. And oh god I can feel one coming. Every time I get really embarrassed I need to fart.
And two seconds later it comes out like a loud bullet. But its not just a fart. Its a shart.
Mum, Rick, Jason, Aunty Kathy and I all sit on the head table. The tables are decorated with red roses and ribbons with white table cloths. The expensive theme they have does not suit my family. It definatly suits Rick's though. Uncle Paul is trying very hard to be funny but failing miserabley,even his best joke 'I have a six pack...well I could fit a six pack of beer in this belly haha' is wasted on the two tarts eyeing up jason who is, of course, jangling his porche keys and texting.
There are alot of girls here, that seem to have been invited by Jason. Wow they have iPod's. I feel slightly intimidated by them. I should act cool. This is my mums wedding. That makes me a bit cool.
''Hi Mum!!" I shout even though she is only two seats away.
''Hi sweetie...Did you bring your algebra work for when you get bored?'' Mum asks, makeing me blush, I only started wearing bras a few weeks ago, even though I am sixteen. Mum says Im a late developer.
''Sorry I forgot the word bra makes you feel uncomfortable!'' Mum says.
A few old men on a table near us turn around so I try to cover it up.
''No mum this dress is comfortable'' I say loudly.
''NO I SAID I KNOW THE WORD BRA MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, YOU'RE A LATE DEVELOPER.'' Mum shouts.
The whole room goes silent and stares at us. I blush a bright red colour. And oh god I can feel one coming. Every time I get really embarrassed I need to fart.
And two seconds later it comes out like a loud bullet. But its not just a fart. Its a shart.
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by bobanon and yobbo