Flappy Pony, the rage game for Mares & Stallions!:D
Oh crap. I forgot my pencil. It's already 7:20, going on 7:21(did anybody see that reference?)I got my pencil, and went to class before the teacher got suspicious. But as always, she wouldn't even ever notice. "Bla, bla, bla" I tried my best to not cry, या stare at HIM.
Gamer Beats. It's a very long story. But long story short, I liked, no wait scratch that, I प्यार him. But he already has a girlfriend, so my luck on प्यार isn't going to succeed.
Everyone had stuff, they got teddy bears, फूल not so big that the teacher would take it up.Everyone BUT me. Vocal Sparks. Even though like during my crush on Gamer Beats, 4 people asked me out. but no, I would need perseverance to get what I get. & I noticed that, no matter how long it takes, आप have to do SOMETHING to make your प्यार to like you.
The teacher sounded like she was those teachers from Charlie Brown. Good thing we had to do early switches. And also, good thing we were going to a fun nice teacher's class.& somehow, we went from solar systems, to weddings. Hmm, sounds like an interesting story, huh?
"Come on, Ladies Colt, whats that paper there?" I knew this conversation wasn't gonna be very.......on topic. "Oh, this? ऐनीमे Freak gave this to me." "YOU AND ऐनीमे FREAK?" It was literally really funny, we burst in laughter. Though, I felt bad for ऐनीमे Freak. She really liked him. & then Ladies बछेड़ा HAD to talk about "cheating and in a marriage." Hey, Fun Study, what would happen if आप were hanging out with a man and your husband sees?"
This talk went on for another 7 मिनटों until we went to band, या what today was going to be called," Matchmaker Service"But before we left, Gamer Beats कहा before he left to math class(he needed extra help with math, so they put him in math today instead of band),"So, are आप going to the dance?" I always went to those great, messed up dances, like last time at the क्रिस्मस dance, I was being chased द्वारा Gamer Beats with my crutches. Another long story.But why would I lie? "Yea." "Well, I'm going to the dance with Adrianna, and my girlfriend कहा it was alright." Well, that just broke a piece of my दिल mister, but why would he need to tell me that? He knows I wouldn't have the guts to even ask him to the dance as friends.
So, off to band we went. We sat in our seats, and we had another substitute today, so no saxophone for me :( (yes, i play saxophone) but at least we didn't have और worksheets like yesterday. So matchmaking service, off we go(me and Chatterbox are the matchmakers, except when it comes to Gamer Beats, it's just her).
"Hey एंजल Soul, If कैन्डी Sweets asked आप RIGHT NOW, would आप say yes या no?" He didn't answer, just like the last 5 times.It was so cute!Just like- never mind. And then everyone was looking at me. "What?" "You DO know that Chord Strings likes you, right?" Ugh! This talk again. I didn't wanna break little string's heart, but I didn't like him.Gross stuff happened. Flappy टट्टू Happened. And that was it. If I told आप what had happened, आप would've probably left this article.And now we went to math class.
We learned about really small reviews, learning angles with a protractor. a LOT of people missed 4 out of six. but I made a 100. So, I sat in the back. Gamer Beats was on the other side of the row. People kept leaving and moving, so at some points, it was just me and Gamer Beats.
I couldn't resist to look at that cute face, but when I looked at it, something was very wrong about him. For some reason, the person that I like, I know all of their faces and emotions. Then, nosy me heard a conversation with Ladies बछेड़ा & Gamer Beats,"I got in freakin' trouble, and I can't be at the party" Oh, so that's what is wrong with him.
It was time to go to the Valentine's party. Without Gamer Beats(says the very desperate mare).it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. But Gamer Beats came in time for the party."The principal wasn't even there"The घंटी, बेल rang, and that was our cue to get dressed, and go to the gym. Hmmmm. i wonder how I'm going to mess up this dance.
