j.e.s.t.e.r
Men are NOT peanut butter.
Beep! Beep! BEEEP!
At the sound of their alarm clock bleeding into their dreams, Cam groaned and turned over, turning the horrible sound off before getting up. It was going to be a normal day, they hoped. Cam got dressed and grabbed a piece of toast before leaving. “Great, another day just like the rest.” They muttered to themself before running the rest of the way to school.
When Cam got to the school, they quickly plastered on a smile before running to their locker. Hopefully they would get some alone time before the friends they didn’t consider friends bombarded them. They quickly put their bag away before grabbed their sketchbook and a pencil. Cam leaned against their locker, sketching for a while until they decided they should go meet everyone outside.
“hi,” Cam said, fake enthusiasm covering their annoyance. They feined a smile and leaned against the wall, tilting their head up to the sky and fixing their hood. “how are you?” They asked, not wanting to beyond common courtesy but knowing they would have to talk to these people. Most days, it was fine, tolerable, but today, they felt like absolute crap and just wanted to be done with it all.
( eyclore )
At the sound of their alarm clock bleeding into their dreams, Cam groaned and turned over, turning the horrible sound off before getting up. It was going to be a normal day, they hoped. Cam got dressed and grabbed a piece of toast before leaving. “Great, another day just like the rest.” They muttered to themself before running the rest of the way to school.
When Cam got to the school, they quickly plastered on a smile before running to their locker. Hopefully they would get some alone time before the friends they didn’t consider friends bombarded them. They quickly put their bag away before grabbed their sketchbook and a pencil. Cam leaned against their locker, sketching for a while until they decided they should go meet everyone outside.
“hi,” Cam said, fake enthusiasm covering their annoyance. They feined a smile and leaned against the wall, tilting their head up to the sky and fixing their hood. “how are you?” They asked, not wanting to beyond common courtesy but knowing they would have to talk to these people. Most days, it was fine, tolerable, but today, they felt like absolute crap and just wanted to be done with it all.
( eyclore )
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