Get out of mums car

>get out of mums car
>hands shaking
>first day at sixth form, just know fucking ross and harry will ruin it
>walk to the front hall, accidentally bump into the girl
>mumble "y-you too" as she walks away
>blush furiously, fucking commies they always run away!
>walk up to the board and look for my name
>see Messiah Quigley in the same form as me, as well as jasen jerzy and jake
>this is going to be great! Finally real friends
>head to the physics classroom, skipping with joy
>spot sam malone smith recording me at the corner of my eye, idgaf
>walk into physics room, see jasen and jerzy in the corner
>five other people are scattered aroudn the room making small talk
>immediately blush, staring to the ground as I sit next to jerzy
>i begin to state my opinion on why all commies should burn in hell and why hitler was better than tony blair
>realize everyone's silent
>mr. dalby starts laughing at me
>"well you certainly aren't your brother, that's for sure!"
> everyone starts laughing, even my best friends for life
>tears stream down my eyes as I quickly rub my glasses
>blush embarrassed in the corner of the room whilst we go through regsitration
>get ready to go to first period, maths with jasen
>head to first period...
>no...
>it cant be...
>I make eye contact with ross from across the room
>hand starts shaking
>memories flood back
>grindr
>meowchat
>ANNA GOVETT
>I take a deep breath and sit down next to jasen, hearing ross' voice constantly
>god i just want to show all the girls why they cant reject me and just crush ross right now
>but the time will come

cont?

>cont?

no

okay

>miss marsh walks in
>fucking bitch is pregnant again
>it's probably a nigger
>fantasise about different ways to kill it
>doesn't matter, know that I'm going to shoot everyone anyway
>"OK everyone introduce yourselves to each other so that new students can feel more comfortable"
>bitch knows I hate talking to people, so she obviously did this to spite me
>qt 3.14 walks up to me
>"hi I'm Anna"
>memories of Anna govett come flooding back
>can feel my face slowly getting hotter
>she looks slightly confused
>"FUCK OFF BITCH"
>class goes silent
>her face turns redder than mine
>miss marsh asks me to wait outside
>clench my fists
>look at her
>decide she isn't worth it
>know she will die soon anyway
>step outside after making eye contact with everyone
>been here for at least 30 seconds
>bored as fuck
>there's a spider on the wall
>"you chose the wrong person to mess with"
>pick it up
>carefully place it in my flute
>blow as hard as I fucking can
>it hits the door
>it crawls away
>fml
>miss marsh steps outside
>"why did you swear oliver?"
>mumble "bitch had it coming"
>"could you repeat that?"
>slightly louder *sigh* "sorry miss"
>she motions for me to come back in
>class is staring at me
>sit down with a red face
>that'll teach them

kek
pls continue, this could be a better hit than Catcher in the Pot field

>period 2
>physics
>still steaming about niggerfucker from p1
>life would be so much easier if we herded all the undesirables into camps
>waiting outside science block
>why is no one here
>check timetable to see if right room
>see teacher is dalby
>oshit.png
>10:04:49 by my superior watch time, not school shit time
>im going to be first, take that ross
>can't wait to see him embarrassed in front of everyone
>cunt deserves it for insulting Lord Quigley
>'are you in sixth form?'
>look up to see who it is
>it's that faggot mackachek
>so upbeat
>the furher should have killed his kind in the 30's
>'y...yes sir'
>'then why are you waiting out here? You can go inside'
>'y...yes sir'
>fucker has the tenacity to smile at me
>fucking inferior scum
>hurry up to s9
>already 5 minutes late
>open door
>interrupt dalby mid sentence
>ah, it's the other vickers!
>everybody laughs
>go red
>he'll be the first on my kill list
>see the faggot sitting next to Lord Quigley and bff Jason
>how dare he pollute the gene pool by not breeding
>disgusting

>have to sit next to some inferior negress
>'hey, my name's emily'
>fucking negroes think they can have superior names
>fucking bitch is already hitting on my superior body but doesn't know I only date the pure blooded
>'h...hi'
>it's all part of my ploy to weed out the inferiors
>I will then only mate with the purest and make pure babies
>foolproof
>will pay for pregnancy privately, fuck the commie NHS
>bitch keeps talking to me through entire lesson
>keeps helping me
>I didn't ask you for your help bitch I was just taking my time
>is what I want to say
>but I have to keep the pure on my side until I can capture them
>'th...thank you'
>lesson ends
>finally
>negress tries to give me her 'snap chat'
>whatever that is
>don't speak Ebonics
>have to take it
>think of 20 ways to kill everyone in room with my bare hands
>39 for Ross

>next period
>everyones packing up from physics
>stare too long at Messiah Quigley and realize i havent packed up yet
>quickly pack up and rush out of the door, standing awkwardly close behind he who shall not be named and james listening to their conversation
>fucking normies
>follow them all the way to the sixth form block
>breathing heavily, sweat running down my face
>ive been playing dota all summer, my superior body isnt used to walking a metre without some chocholate
>thats how its spelt ive checked google
>walk into the bustling sixth form block
>nearly shit myself, too many people
>notice sam malone smith and the cunts sitting roudn eachother in their phones
>sam points me out in front of the entire sixth form block
>"hey ovi, you alright?"
>tears forming in my eyes, i can see ross smirking
>i fucking hate ross he did this
>face goes bright red
>waddle towards malone-smith with fury-filled anger
>suddenly i feel an arm grab me
>its niggerfucker mcgee
>"hey oliver i wanted to talk to you about your summer work its really great"
>i can hear sam malone smith laughing over the bell signifying end of break
>il get my revenge
>bitch drags me into quiet room
>reminds me of 7 different porn scenes
>3 included nazis
>awkwardly hide my 3 inch boner with my flute
>success.png
>"your summer work was almost perfect, you got 98/100"
>stupid bitch marked it wrong
>clearly I didn't lose 2 marks
>does she even know I got an A^ in further maths?
>"ok"
>"you don't seem that happy about it"
>I AM THIS FUCKING CLOSE TO DROPPING MY SPAGHETTI YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SMART I REALLY AM
>"yeah it's good I guess"
>"ok well I'll let you go and talk to your friends, I just wanted to let you know we're proud of you"
>idgaf

more, this is making my nipples hard

>a few minutes later
>still furious about sam malone smith
>doesn't matter, just need to bide my time
>check my infallible watch
>oshit.nig
>low power warning
>how? My watch is powered by movement
>remember I didn't move for 17 days straight
>still Ross' fault
>cunt
>I can see him across the table
>everyone else is discussing wednesday activities
>when I say something nobody hears me
>doesn't matter, it's just a big table
>can see Ross daydreaming about dicks across the table
>he definitely he wants to fuck me
>I would want to fuck me
>if only Hitler was still alive, he could take care of Ross once and for all
>look at my pristine timetable
>while inspecting it for dirt, a piece of popcorn hits me in the back of the head
>who dared to throw something at me?
>it must have been a mistake
>it better have been
>look around
>guess fucking who
>sam malone Smith
>mutter 3 different scientifically proven curses under my breath
>he has no idea what I just unleashed upon him
>turn back around
>everyone left
>mfw quigley left me
>he's dead to me
>changed my mind, still love him
>notice everyone on a different table
>no spare chairs?
>doesn't matter, I can drag one along the floor for 12 metres
>everyone is watching for some reason
>as I sit down with my besties, it goes quiet
>must have just finished the conversation or something

>I have a topic
>"Hitler did nothing wrong"
>everyone looks at me
>start blushing
>eyes start sweating
>must have been all that exercise with the chair
>doesn't matter, no one noticed
>they start talking again
>still don't think they can hear me
>bell rings
>finally saved from this hell
>can't wait to shoot up this place
>except I won't
>because I'm not a school shooter
>great joke
>waddle down to sixth form block
>see bffs sitting around a table
>suckers must be really grateful that I forgave them for bullying me
>happy I took them back
>win.jpg
>no free seats
>no problem
>have to sit behind some people
>it's ok
>I can eat my master crafted food on my lunchbox
>hear bffs talking about Germany
>casually mention hitler
>everyone smiles and nods
>obviously best joke ever
>sit in silence for next 10 mins
>too busy eating lunch

>'hey, can I talk to you for a second?'
>turn around
>it's the fucking negress
>about to say no
>see she's on a table with purebred white goddesses
>awwyiss.gif
>they won't be able to resist me
>'s...sure'
>look back at bffs
>faggot raises his eyebrows suggestively
>fucking bully
>gonna kill him first
>need to get back players handbook first
>Mark obviously just left because he was intimidated by my superiority
>he was Slavic after all
>inferior
>sit down with negress
>looking at purebred one
>she will carry my seed
>later though
>negress once again speaks to me without asking
>'so, what are you interested in, Oliver?'
>'g...games'
>'that's cool, I play on ps4 sometimes'
>mfw
>WHAT
>THE FUCKING PISSPOOR
>YOU PLEB
>PCMR
>PCMR
>FUCKING CASUAL DIE DIE DIE SCUM NIGGER
>i proceed to dismember her limb from limb while pure blood sucks my incredible 3 inch wonder and says how she can't wait to carry my pure children

>'o...oliver?'
>shit, was a daydream
>'er... Yes... I have to... Er... Go...'
>blush uncontrollably and sweat from my eyes
>jump up
>inferior negress got the better of me
>how
>can she not see my superiority
>hear Sam Malone smith laugh
>fuck you Ross
>go to bathroom
>hear bell
>phew.bit
>bell rings
>everyone looks at their timetable to see which room they're in
>I don't need to, I already memorised mine
>I'm clearly superior
>autism was created by the government to scare people
>need to go upstairs
>jesus christ there's a lot of them
>at least 7
>I'm finally at the top
>the gravy in my sandwiches has already turned to sweat
>my perfectly proportioned body is suffering
>Ross followed me up
>fucking pervert wanted to stare at my arse
>line up outside my new form room, otherwise known as hell
>Ross is standing behind me
>faggot is lost, he doesn't know how to use a map
>probably jewish

Oh pls dont stop

U stopped y

Lmao

Calm down mate.

continue pl0x

>maths with jasen
you mean math* with jasen..

why the fuck is everyone saying maths nowadays instead of math. yes, i get that the long word is mathematics, but you're gay for talking like that

>cont?

are you kidding? this story is going nowhere. stop talking now

MOAR

US is the only place I'm aware of that refers to it as math. OP is clearly British or Australian (sixth form). Haven't read the whole thing though because it made my eyes bleed.

stfu, this is top zozzle material

Wilmo?

Wilmo?

>Sam Malone
I remember when I was 14 and thought being OMG RANDUM BANANA MONKEY CHEESE made me the hottest shit

Wtf finish the story

FINISH IT FAGGOT