True Stories that Happened at School

There are 2 stories. All are true.

1st story: Trolling, Much?

On Valentine's Day during gym while I was jogging, I went to my crush and said hi. [NOTE: I have a different crush and I'm not afraid to talk to him. :)] He said someone took his book which we were assigned to read and the quiz was tomorrow. He asked me if he could borrow mine. I said sure. After gym class was lunch time. I was hungry. One class was selling carnations for Valentine's Day. So, he went to go buy one while I ran straight to the lunch line with my friend. As I waited in the lunch line, he came up to me with the carnation in his hand. He was asking me for that book. I didn't bring my backpack which had the book because who wants to carry a heavy backpack as you wait in line for lunch? Anyways, so after lunch when I had a chance to get my backpack I gave the book to him. When I saw him again in algebra, he gave me the book back and said he took pictures of the pages of the 1st chapter. During algebra, this girl was asking him what the carnation was for. He said it in Vietnamese. She didn't understand a thing. She's Vietnamese though. I would have known what he said if I could hear them. He said it in English. He said it was for a Vietnamese girl. [NOTE: I'm Vietnamese. I'm a girl. /looks down my shirt/ Yep, I'm a girl.] My friend kept staring at me and then glancing at him as a sign that he might give it to me. I said nope. After school, I walked him as usual but this time my friend was with us and she wanted to borrow my cell phone. I gave it to her and continued to walk with him. She followed behind us looking at my phone. My crush was the first to leave and in the end, he still had the carnation in his hand. I sang CNBlue's I'm a Loner really loudly while my friend (did I mention she's American?) stared at me. She started to look at the text messages I had with my crush. . . . Let's just say the majority of the texting I did with him took place at 1AM on Chinese New Year so we were bored. Yeah. I went home sad and took a REALLY long nap from 6PM to 5AM the next morning. The End.

P.S. You can see that I love sleeping. XD

 

2nd story: Teresa

My name is Teresa. I have a crazy, stupid, and weird friend. I'll call her Annie. Her name isn't Annie but let's just move on with the story. So we had a quiz on the first chapter of this book we were supposed to read. I, being the laziest Asian, didn't get to finish the chapter because of that really long nap back in the first story over there. Annie, being an idiot at times, read the chapter but didn't remember a single thing. So when we had the quiz, I answered the questions by guessing and remembering what my smart friends told me right before the quiz. I ALMOST forgot the main character's name too. Annie, on the other hand, writes down what she remembered (which wasn't much) and instead of leaving blanks as answers she filled in every blank with "Teresa."

Examples:

1. What was their cousin's name?

What I put: Wilse Graham

What Annie put: Cousin Teresa

2. What was their sister's name who died?

What I put: Mary

What Annie put: Sister Teresa

3. What was the mother's name?

What I put: Ellen Creighton

What Annie put: Mother Teresa

[My nickname is Mother Teresa. OTL. It was created by Annie.]

. . . You get what I mean. I don't need to show any more examples. I'm hoping I'll get at least a good grade. /prays/ OTL. Annie... Well, the teacher is going to have a good time grading that. "My quiz was dedicated to you, Teresa," said Annie with a smile.

I kept facepalming, OTL-ing when the teacher didn't see anything, and headdesking. At the end of class, I said to my teacher there is something wrong with Annie. My teacher asked me if I JUST noticed that. I said, "no, when she first met me, she told me to get an afro."  Then I left to go to Spanish class. The End.

P.S. Annie reminds me of Chonny. I'm talking about the appearance and the randomness.

OK, end of post.

Did any of my stories make you laugh? O u O

No? /pouts/ OK, bye.

-EXOismyobsession

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