Negative+Nagative=Positive?
Hey guys! Well this is something I wrote a while back, just added some fur and thought that I might as well upload it over here. I do know it's very short, but I wanted it this way. And this does continue with another chapter that I have in paper, and it changes from point of view since this one is just not me. I really don't expect much from it, but if you guys want more I might just write the other part on the computer and upload it over here. Just maybe. Oh and thanks to Moonblood for making me upload it (your awesome man!). Comments will be very well appreciated, but don't be so mean please! And that's about it; it's also clean as soap water so no shity age warning lol
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The world sucks, and don't even dare to ask "why?" Just look around you! Look at what surrounds us all the time! I don't know about you, but this isn't pretty, at all. But wait, I do know about you. You're little miss perfect, the hottest, dumbest golden retriever around this whole damn school. I see you, the way you move those hips of yours from side to side in those tight little jeans, the way the boys slobber all over the floor you have just stepped on. It sickens me, your whole act of slutiness sickens me, but why can't I stop looking at you? Just then, you stand in front of me. I'm so scared; I don't know how to react, so I just look at you. Wait... Are you laughing?! At me?! But why?! I leave; I leave running before you can even notice it. My thoughts are raging through my mind; why the hell did you start laughing at me?! Or better yet, why wouldn't you?! I know why you where laughing; I know it clearly. You where laughing at how fat I am, right? And of how my clothes aren't the best or even of how much of a lesbian I look like. Am I right? That's it, right? Well you don't know me, so stop it with the bullshit. Can't you see I'm sad and grieving? I have no friends to be with; nobody seems to take interest in this fat German shepherd. But it's not like I care, I take enough space for 2 people, right? But the ignorance of people... Now that's the rough part. It hurts, not being able to talk to somebody and not having anyone at all, it hurts. Hurts enough to persuade me to the stairs, climb them up, and get to the roof. But don't worry; I've been planning this for a while now. You're just a hook pulling me towards my demise; a rifle ready to shoot its target. I look down to the floor I'll fall on, some jocks are already there saying that I'll just bounce right up. Sure, keep that up, in a moment I'll be next to them; lifeless. But am I seriously doing this? Wait.... What is this? Tears? Are tears actually rolling down my cheeks? But I thought I was ready for this! Stop it, damn it! I'm brave enough to make the jump.