Thursday, 5 January 2017

The Tweetest Thing

He was supposed to be yelling "BAD LUCK BILL" for his classmates who fumbled, but he was instead muttering "clap clap for the handicap" and pacing to and fro in anticipation. Until it was his turn. When he took the ball he scrunched his face and streaked like Halley's Comet across the sky. He ran through them like hot chilli diarrhea. He barged them and pushed them down; made their eyes wide and their stomachs tied. All the othe kids were scared of him, but when he went home and went to bed at night, he would make a single wish, that this time he'd wake up in the morning not drenched in his own piss.

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