She’d come back all perked up. Shining with something quite beyond light. Dancing did this to her. And once she was done with the lying-flat-and-lifeless-on-the-dance-floor routine, after hours of monstrous practice, she seemed quite ready to take the world as a happy, worthy place, for a couple hours in the least. It didn’t last long this time, though.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. How can this be happening? I’m no dimwit, slow brain, douchy bimbo. I don’t fail exams. I don’t, you know. What am I even going to do?”
“Maybe it would have helped if you were a dimwit bimbo. People tend to.. you know, help those sort of people.”
“I would’ve kicked him in the nuts, whoever tried to help me with my bimbos.”
“My point is..”, but he burst out laughing and couldn’t breathe. A hi-five was in order.
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