Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
S-p-e-c-i-a-l Spells Us.
Chances are, you’re wondering how we got into said club.
Answer: we didn’t.
Why? Gabe is an idiot. I’m sure you already knew this though. When we were asked for an ID Gabe stupidly replied, “We’re 15 and 16, dude, we have no ID!”
Insert many, many face-palms here.
So we spent the entire night at the dumpy motel writing entries for our own dictionary, entitled “The Really Really Ridiculously Special Dictionary”.
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It’s Monday afternoon and we’re all in lunch. Every table is sitting while merrily and quietly chatting while they eat. That’s every table minus ours.
Instead of talking quietly and cheerily, were screaming obscene things and laughing like hyenas (not that I know what a hyena laugh sounds like, anyway) and doing the wave. We’re also stomping our feet and screeching out things like “douche bag”. And In stead of eating our food, we’re throwing it at each other or picking it apart and combining it all together on a lunch tray while hissing “ew” and “gross”.
Yes, you wish you could sit at our lunch table. I can’t blame you either.
Everyone is glaring but inside their heads they’re thinking, “damn, why don’t I sit with those cool kids?”
Answer: we didn’t.
Why? Gabe is an idiot. I’m sure you already knew this though. When we were asked for an ID Gabe stupidly replied, “We’re 15 and 16, dude, we have no ID!”
Insert many, many face-palms here.
So we spent the entire night at the dumpy motel writing entries for our own dictionary, entitled “The Really Really Ridiculously Special Dictionary”.
xxx
It’s Monday afternoon and we’re all in lunch. Every table is sitting while merrily and quietly chatting while they eat. That’s every table minus ours.
Instead of talking quietly and cheerily, were screaming obscene things and laughing like hyenas (not that I know what a hyena laugh sounds like, anyway) and doing the wave. We’re also stomping our feet and screeching out things like “douche bag”. And In stead of eating our food, we’re throwing it at each other or picking it apart and combining it all together on a lunch tray while hissing “ew” and “gross”.
Yes, you wish you could sit at our lunch table. I can’t blame you either.
Everyone is glaring but inside their heads they’re thinking, “damn, why don’t I sit with those cool kids?”
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This chapter = shit x 1000I have (hopefully temporarily) lost my creativity and ability to write anything over two sentences.
So what does Arianna do? She asks me every single day about a dozen times to update this. So, yeah, I fail at life yes?