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Some Kid Handed An Essay Written In Wingdings In Class.
Some kid handed an essay written in wingdings in class.
This happened in 5th grade.
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The Stall
“You deserve it,” Mandy jeers, shoving Ariel’s head deeper into the toilet bowl.
The water laps onto her hands, as the twelve-year-old thrashes under her grip. Sprays of water flew in every direction.
Ariel feels her lungs burn, begging for oxygen. She whips her head up and sputters bitter water from her mouth. Mandy giggles.
“That is what you get for flirting with him, monster.”
Ariel descends into a coughing fit. Each cough pangs like a stab. She belches onto Mandy’s Mary Janes.
“Bitch!”
Mandy yanks Ariel’s hair. Bashes her head onto the bowl.
Tingling spreads across Ariel’s nose.
Bam! Mandy slams Ariel’s head on the seat, over and over again. She dunks Ariel’s head into the toilet. A wave of icy water roars from the tank.
Ariel screams under the reddening water. She flails her limb.
Mandy holds her head deeper into the water. Angry bubbles ascend to the surface. Mandy’s body stops struggling.
“He is mine,” Mandy shouts and flushes.
A teacher comes into the bathroom. He glances at the body of a preteen girl lying on the tiles. Next to her, a teenager slumped against the stall, eyes staring at the wall.to her, a teenager slumped against the stall, eyes staring at the wall.
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Help, there was an accident,” he sprints of.
Ariel rips free and raises her head. There is a large bloody gash across her forehead, oozing blood.
“Mine.”
Her eyes roll towards the back of her head. She flops onto the floor. Drenched hair spattered on the tiles like a dead octopus on a fishmonger’s marble slab. She sighs water pouring out of her mouth.
Mandy gawks at the lifeless body. She jabs her neck. No pulse. A shrill scream erupts from her throat.
A teacher trusts into the bathroom. He glances at the body of a preteen girl lying on the tiles. Next
A tear rolls from Mandy’s eyes.
“I am so sorry!”
She backs away from the stall.
“I thought I can be with him forever. I can finally have someone who loves me.”
She covers her face with her palms, “I took a girl away from her loving family.”
“Ugh,” Ariel moans.
Mandy races towards Ariel, “I will get help okay!”
She strides toward the door. Suddenly, the door slams shut. Click, the door locks. Her eyes glances at Ariel crawling back on her feet. Ariel’s head cocks to the side. An audible crack echoes around the room. Mandy rattles the knob. Three slits forms on Ariel’s neck, gills. Ariel raises her webbed hands and charges.
Image: http://theconversation.com/why-do-public-bathrooms-make-us-so-anxious-and-why-arent-we-doing-anything-about-it-50107
Update on my previous post “It’s real shit”
Luckily, I don’t have Covid-19. In fact I am still healthy, and alive even. I am starting a novel called Void. Its about a boy who suddenly found himself in a shape shifting hellscape and he has to play 7 games representing the seven deadly sins to escape.
I am using the lock down to my advantage to write it. :)
Image source: https://chrisdevoss.wordpress.com/2012/02/15/since-hollywood-is-out-of-ideas-some-suggestions/
Life advice to lost souls.
No one cares about your gender, race or identity. They only care if you respect them, the amount of money you make, and what you give to society. Never let anyone look down on you, for they are just self-absorbed losers. This is your life, given to by a higher power. In return you must provide something back.
Feelings after working with stupid group mates at school.
Heavy hearts lead to hard nights and even harder starts to the day. Wanting to rip it out and toss the damn thing on the ground...there's got to be an easier way of getting around, more to life than getting by dragging lead dead weight.