My school day (from heck!)

School went okay today, actually. I had gym class... again! Luckily Betty Sue is in my class and she's got fiery red volcanic tits. Fred, my best friend at Lyndon Junior High, sat with me at lunch and told me that he wants to try out for the soccer team but his parents aren't going let him because he's got a mustache. Poor Fred....

Dave, my other good friend, suggested that Dave should shave it. Fred said that his mustache is part of his identity (which, at our age, is immensely important to establish and equally as important to retain). Big George Hatfield Schneiderman III, the school bully, told Dave that his mustache looks like a choo-choo train riding over tracks covered in stinky cum. Poor Fred...

Tomorrow I have a pre-algebra 4 test and I'm fucking nervous as fuck.