It's Snot Fun (Open)
Jan 18, 2016 17:20:03 GMT -5
Post by Paul Wilkerson on Jan 18, 2016 17:20:03 GMT -5
At this moment Paul hated life. He hated everything. The teen had come down with a cold. He tried all the tricks to get his parents to let him stay home, but nothing worked. Here he was sitting in study hall dying. His cold wasn’t that bad. The part the made it terrible was his periwinkle snot. That was one reason why Paul wanted to stay home. The other two reasons were he wanted to be in bed and it felt like a freight train hit him. Nope, he parents shooed him off to school. Paul was armed with a box of tissues, a travel size bottle of hand sanitizer and water bottle.
Paul zombie walked to his study hall. He went to the back of the classroom. He dropped his backpack on the floor. His water, tissue box, and hand sanitizer were put on the desk. Paul had claimed this desk his with his sick germs. Paul’s plans in study hall was to feel like crap.
Paul zombie walked to his study hall. He went to the back of the classroom. He dropped his backpack on the floor. His water, tissue box, and hand sanitizer were put on the desk. Paul had claimed this desk his with his sick germs. Paul’s plans in study hall was to feel like crap.
