Gym, and a lap

Gym. I h a t e gym. The teachers hate me too, I swear and speak with no filter , I'm loud, I'm lazy and have asthma, and worst of all think they are ENTITLED TO MY RESPECT.

Bitch you are as low as the people who are homophobic to me, like stop shoving your religion down my-

"COW-LOON!"

"It's Kowloon, Co-loon people geez," I whisper to Dez my friend who is sticking it to god like me.

No, I'm not a lesbian. I just have an intense beef as one would say, she reads my books I like her tiktok and all round we chill and tight as fuck-

"FIFTEEN MINUTES OF WALKING NOT SNAPCHAT" dude Sarah and Violet are still moving?

I don't understand teachers much.

I don't fit the ideal system, as you can guess.

You can guess I'm in tenth grade and convinced my gym teacher to call me by my Internet name?

You guessed correct!

This is where I let go.

I walk MY walk.

I HAVE MY DAYDREAMS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, and no one the wiser, everyone has got music and headphones on.

The clouds darken, and My wifi cuts out.

Unsurprising. If it weren't so sudden and if the clouds weren't red.

Is this happening?

I did NOT JUST WILL A FIGHT INTO EXISTENCE WhAT-