UP against a wall.
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,932
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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UP against a wall.
One look, two look, three look, four.
It sucks being in a Catholic school.
Especially this one.
Its like you’re a fucking freak if you’re a girl and choose to wear those retarded pants over the even more retarded skirt.
Now a whole group of them just passing by, gawking, enough stones among them to whistle and yowl. Of court dot doesn’t help the way I’m sitting. Against a comfy brick wall, knees bent to the happy gray sky. So of course they can see my catholic schoolgirl issue, 100% white cotton undies from K-mart.
Here comes Miss Sally “I-happen-to-like-the-stick-up-my-ass” McKinnon. Yeah, take a good long look. You know you want it!
Ha Ha!
Of course I don’t know that she actually likes anything in her ass. Probably a pound of dynamite couldn’t blast past that barrier. But I do know her type. So pristine, so innocent, so virginal. St. Catherine’s is her fortress of solitude and she flies through it untouchable yet so alone in her group of friends. All like her. They’ll all be the stars of her little awkward moments. A two-person slumber party that gets experimental, drunken strip poker fueled by daddy’s liquor.
Don’t worry, I’m sure he has plenty more to get smashed and ignore you.
Because we all have those moments in this place. Things you may not even remember five years down the road because you block them. Why would you want to remember such a thing as living, right Sally?
So just go back to your pool parties and boyfriend swapping.
God, the dating structure of that group is almost incestuous.
But anyway, back to they skirt. Maybe I should just cross my legs or something, not let everyone see my covered twat on display. But Mandy’s right, I do get a kind of kick sitting like this. Especially when I’m horny which is like always.
It’s almost a joke. Masturbation is evil and all that. I bet half the girls I pass in the bathroom stalls aren’t passing anything but hormones.
Get it? Whore moans?
Gosh I’m so witty!
Although Mrs. Carson doesn’t think so. Her idea of debate and discussion is “you sit, I sermon.” Heaven forbid someone question her line of reasoning. Who the fuck is she too keep me after class and bawl me out for disagreeing with her? Just who the fuck does she think she is?
Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean.
Stay calm, don’t wanna go home and tear my room apart again. Parents were very unthrilled about that last time.
But jesus, do I need to rip something apart right now. I wonder which gets you to hell faster? Loss of temper leading to murder or loss of virginity leading to harlotry?
Tough call…
They just love saying that each start has each end. No such thing as temperance in out school, oh no! We’re all just walking whore moan factories with tempers like glycerin. How they must fear us!
Love and respect thyself?
Sorry, cant. I wasn’t indoctrinated to do that.
ha ha.
Dogma not recognized. Please restate zealot parameters.
HA HA!
Dear god, I gotta stop laughing! People are looking at me and not in the way I like. But I do feel better now at least. Won’t be killing anyone on my way to class. Another disaster narrowly diverted.
Bells about ring, guess its time to book it, my funs over.
Wonder if any of the bathroom stalls are open?
It sucks being in a Catholic school.
Especially this one.
Its like you’re a fucking freak if you’re a girl and choose to wear those retarded pants over the even more retarded skirt.
Now a whole group of them just passing by, gawking, enough stones among them to whistle and yowl. Of court dot doesn’t help the way I’m sitting. Against a comfy brick wall, knees bent to the happy gray sky. So of course they can see my catholic schoolgirl issue, 100% white cotton undies from K-mart.
Here comes Miss Sally “I-happen-to-like-the-stick-up-my-ass” McKinnon. Yeah, take a good long look. You know you want it!
Ha Ha!
Of course I don’t know that she actually likes anything in her ass. Probably a pound of dynamite couldn’t blast past that barrier. But I do know her type. So pristine, so innocent, so virginal. St. Catherine’s is her fortress of solitude and she flies through it untouchable yet so alone in her group of friends. All like her. They’ll all be the stars of her little awkward moments. A two-person slumber party that gets experimental, drunken strip poker fueled by daddy’s liquor.
Don’t worry, I’m sure he has plenty more to get smashed and ignore you.
Because we all have those moments in this place. Things you may not even remember five years down the road because you block them. Why would you want to remember such a thing as living, right Sally?
So just go back to your pool parties and boyfriend swapping.
God, the dating structure of that group is almost incestuous.
But anyway, back to they skirt. Maybe I should just cross my legs or something, not let everyone see my covered twat on display. But Mandy’s right, I do get a kind of kick sitting like this. Especially when I’m horny which is like always.
It’s almost a joke. Masturbation is evil and all that. I bet half the girls I pass in the bathroom stalls aren’t passing anything but hormones.
Get it? Whore moans?
Gosh I’m so witty!
Although Mrs. Carson doesn’t think so. Her idea of debate and discussion is “you sit, I sermon.” Heaven forbid someone question her line of reasoning. Who the fuck is she too keep me after class and bawl me out for disagreeing with her? Just who the fuck does she think she is?
Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean.
Stay calm, don’t wanna go home and tear my room apart again. Parents were very unthrilled about that last time.
But jesus, do I need to rip something apart right now. I wonder which gets you to hell faster? Loss of temper leading to murder or loss of virginity leading to harlotry?
Tough call…
They just love saying that each start has each end. No such thing as temperance in out school, oh no! We’re all just walking whore moan factories with tempers like glycerin. How they must fear us!
Love and respect thyself?
Sorry, cant. I wasn’t indoctrinated to do that.
ha ha.
Dogma not recognized. Please restate zealot parameters.
HA HA!
Dear god, I gotta stop laughing! People are looking at me and not in the way I like. But I do feel better now at least. Won’t be killing anyone on my way to class. Another disaster narrowly diverted.
Bells about ring, guess its time to book it, my funs over.
Wonder if any of the bathroom stalls are open?