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story on how i got into my first school fight bc i scammed her in adopt me.. So, basically, I got into my first school fight when I was 12 during lunch because I was a menace to society. Let me explain. It all started with Adopt Me. Yes, the Roblox pet trading game. See, I did a trust trade with this girl, JJ (real name: Jayden), and she handed over her MEGA NEON MONKEY KING. And I was supposed to give it back… but something in me said: “nah.” So I left the game. Blocked her. Vanished. NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL, I KNEW I MESSED UP. Lunch rolls around, and JJ is storming through the cafeteria like she’s the main villain in a teen movie. She slams her tray down at my table and goes, “You. Outside. NOW.” I’m like, “…For what??” knowing damn well what. She squints at me and says, “You stole my pet. We settle this… with a DANCE BATTLE.” And obviously, I said yes. Because I am dramatic and love attention. Word spreads FAST. By the time we step onto the grass field, half the school is there. It’s me and JJ in the middle, surrounded by a perfect circle of middle schoolers chanting ‘DANCE BATTLE! DANCE BATTLE!’ AND THEN SHE RUNS AWAY. Like, full sprint. I’m standing there like ???. The crowd is confused. People start getting bored and leaving. I’m about to just declare MYSELF the winner. AND THEN SHE COMES BACK. This girl STOMPS onto the field, hair slicked into the TIGHTEST ponytail ever. And on her head? A HOT PINK JOJO SIWA BOW. She deadass points at me and says, “This is for good luck.” At this point, the crowd is BACK, the energy is HIGH, and I KNOW she means business. So we start. I go first, hitting my best TikTok moves, some classic Fortnite dances, maybe even a little moonwalk. The crowd is hyping me up. I can feel JJ getting nervous. Then it’s her turn. She’s doing the most. Cartwheels, high kicks, that weird move where people just flail their arms and pretend it’s dancing. But it’s NOT giving. AND SHE KNOWS IT. Suddenly, she starts CRYING. Like full-on TEARS. People are watching in SHOCK. I step forward like, “Uh… you good?” AND THEN SHE ATTACKS ME. This girl goes FERAL. She’s swinging, trying to SLAP ME, grabbing at my shirt like she’s about to turn this into WrestleMania. THANKFULLY, a teacher sees the chaos, BOLTS over, and yanks her off me. I’m just standing there, shook, while JJ is still kicking and screaming about her Monkey King. Long story short, JJ got detention, I walked away a champion, and I STILL HAVE THAT MEGA NEON MONKEY KING TO THIS DAY. Moral of the story: never trust trade with me. 😌 search Priscilla storytimezz for more stories like this

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STORY ABT HOW MY ''BEST-FRIEND'' SINCE BIRTH DESTROYED MY ROOM AND UNALIVED MY BABY (my hamster) So, basically, Luca, my best friend of 19 years (yes, since birth), betrayed me in the most horrible way, and I’m still trying to process it. T his happened about a month ago, and it’s been tough. Let me tell you the whole story. A few weeks ago, I had this huge argument with Luca because I didn’t want to hang out with him. See, my mom had just had a m!_scarriage, and I was planning to spend the day with her to support her through it. I figured, family first, right? But Luca just didn’t care. He kept pushing me, asking why I couldn’t just hang out with him, and I told him I needed to be there for my mom. And he was just… so mad. He kept saying I was making excuses and that I was overreacting. It just felt like he couldn’t understand why I wanted to be there for my family at such a difficult time. Eventually, we made up. But I could tell something felt off. It wasn’t the same, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface. Then, a couple of days later, I came home from work or whatever, and when I opened the door, all the lights were off, except for my room. My heart started racing, and something just didn’t feel right. I walked through the house, and when I opened my bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Luca had snuck in and completely ruined my room. My bookshelf was on the floor, books scattered everywhere, some pages even ripped out. It was like he just trashed everything. My clothes and hangers had been thrown out the window, and it was raining. Everything was wet, and I just… I didn’t know what to think. My posters—the ones I had spent years collecting—ripped off the walls. He went through my stuff and stole some of my jewelry, broke my necklaces, and I couldn’t even find my photos. I looked at my pinboard, and all my pictures were ripped up, as if he was trying to erase all the memories we had together. It got worse—my ceiling light was gone. Gone. No idea why. And then, I noticed my blanket and bed sheets were missing, and my pillows were nowhere to be found. My makeup? Completely destroyed. My eyeshadow was cracked beyond repair, and I couldn’t even use it anymore. My lipsticks were useless. My mirror—broken. I just stood there, looking around, completely shattered by what I was seeing. It felt like my whole room, my space, my everything, was just completely violated. And then, I walked over to my hamster’s cage, because he’s my baby, and it was gone. My heart stopped. I started looking around frantically, until I saw him—under my bed, unalive. I couldn’t believe it. I burst into tears, so upset and angry that he the person I had trusted for years—could do this to me. I immediately texted him, asking what happened. He denied it at first. He said it wasn’t him and that I was overreacting. But, deep down, I knew. No one else could’ve done this. And then, after a few hours of silence, he admitted it. He sent a message saying he was sorry, but his words felt empty. He said he was angry, but nothing could justify the destruction he caused. He was just… sorry. At that point, I knew I couldn’t keep him in my life anymore. I cut him off. It hurt, more than anything, because Luca was my best friend for so long. 19 years. And in a single moment, he showed me that he was willing to throw everything away for whatever reason he had. I still don’t understand why. But sometimes, people aren’t who you think they are. And I can’t let someone like that stay in my life. Not anymore... search Priscilla storytimezz for more story times like these

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STORYTIME: How My Ex-Best Friend Stole My Kitten… Then Gave It Back AS ASHES 12 YEARS LATER. So I “Accidentally” Stole His Man. Y’all, this is the most messed up, twisted, soap opera-level story of my entire life. Buckle up. So let’s rewind to when I was 7 years old. My parents got me a kitten for my birthday. She was the cutest little thing, all fluffy and tiny, and I named her Marshmallow because she looked like one. Now, my so-called “best friend” Luca—who I had literally known since birth— was obsessed with her. He’d always say, “If you ever don’t want her, I’ll take her.” And I was like, “Uh, no? She’s mine?” WELL. One day, Marshmallow goes missing. I searched EVERYWHERE. I was crying, making lost posters, begging my parents to call the police like she was a missing person—it was DIRE. Luca? He was suspiciously chill about the whole thing. Too chill. But I was too young and stupid to put two and two together. Fast forward TWELVE YEARS LATER. I’m 19 and have finally cut Luca off after he trashed my entire room, stole my jewelry, broke my makeup, and traumatized my now dead hamster. (If you don’t know, check the last storytime.) So we haven’t spoken in months. Then, out of nowhere, he texts me, like: “Hey. I have something of yours. Can we meet?” At this point, I was curious but also suspicious. I was thinking, maybe he’s finally giving back the stuff he stole? So I meet up with him at this random-ass park. He shows up, hands me a plastic bag, and just says: “Here. It’s Marshmallow.” I open the bag. It’s. HER. ASHES. MY BABY. IN A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG. Y’all, my brain short-circuited. I was standing there, holding my DEAD PET, while he just stood there like this was totally normal. I was like: “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.” And Luca? He just shrugs and says: “Yeah, so… funny story. I kinda accidentally stole her when we were kids. She ran away, and I found her, but I didn’t want to give her back. So I just kept her. And then… yeah, she died. But I figured you’d want her ashes, so… here you go.” LIKE??? EXCUSE ME??? At that moment, I had never wanted to commit a felony more in my life. I was SPEECHLESS. But I just took the bag, looked him dead in the eyes, and said: “You’re going to regret this.” AND BOY, DID HE. See, Luca had a boyfriend. A very hot, very bisexual boyfriend. And I? Well. I may or may not have accidentally started talking to him. And we may or may not have flirted a little. And we may or may not have ended up sleeping together. Oops. Now, was it revenge? Maybe. Was it petty? Absolutely. Do I feel bad? Eh. And now I’m sitting here, holding onto this secret, debating whether I should tell Luca or just let him find out the messy way. What do y’all think? Should I confess? Or should I let karma do its thing? 👀 anyways search Priscilla storytimezz for more crazy stuff like this

STORYTIME PART 2: When Luca Found Out I Stole His Man… And Then WE Found Out We ALL Got Played. Y’ALL. Y’ALL. Y’ALL. I did NOT think this situation could get worse—but OH BOY, DID IT. So let’s backtrack. If you missed Part 1, basically: Luca, my ex-best friend, stole my kitten when we were 7 years old and gave her back 12 years later… as ASHES in a plastic bag. In revenge, I accidentally stole his boyfriend, Henry. We hooked up behind Luca’s back. Oops. WELL. HENRY FELT GUILTY. So, this man just decides to CONFESS EVERYTHING to Luca. And lemme tell you, when Luca found out? HE. LOST. IT. So fast forward to this party, right? I’m out here, minding my business, looking cute, living my best life. And then BOOM—in storms Luca, foaming at the mouth like a damn rabid dog, looking ready to end my entire bloodline. He’s screaming: “WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS THAT SNAKE-ASS BITCH?!” I pretend I don’t hear him. But then Henry, this idiot, has the AUDACITY to say: “Uh… she’s right there.” LIKE??? BABE. WHY. So Luca locks eyes with me, and I just KNOW it’s about to go down. He lunges at me, fists clenched, but BABY—I came prepared. I pull out my pepper spray, hit him RIGHT in the face, and this man SCREAMS like he just got possessed by a demon. I’m talking: “AHHHHHHHH, MY EYES! MY F*ING EYES!!” EVERYONE is watching. It’s a WHOLE scene. Then, out of nowhere, this random-ass girl appears, clinging onto Henry like a lost puppy, and she’s like: “Um… what’s going on?” Me and Luca—BOTH temporarily setting aside our differences—look at her and go: “WHO THE F*ck ARE YOU?'' And she, still clutching onto Henry, goes: “Um… I’m Emma… Henry’s girlfriend?” …..EXCUSE ME? Henry looks like he just got hit by a freight train. He’s sweating, eyes darting around like he’s planning his own escape route. Luca and I look at each other. Then Luca turns back to Henry, cracks his knuckles, and says: “That’s crazy because I’M Henry’s boyfriend. And Priscilla over here? She’s ALSO his girlfriend.” SILENCE. Emma? She’s stunned. Then—out of nowhere—this girl lets out a SCREAM, jumps on Henry, and starts BEATING HIS ASS. AND LUCA? HE JOINS IN. Like, they are tag-teaming this man like it’s WWE, throwing hands, kicking, swinging, while I just STAND THERE in shock. And y’all… what did I do? I RAN. I took my pepper spray, grabbed my drink, and DIPPED. And that, my friends, is how I accidentally stole a man, exposed a serial cheater, and started a literal brawl at a party. Moral of the story? Never trust a man named Henry. They are built for the streets. search Priscilla storytimezz for mure

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“PALESTINE IS INNOCENT!” untill you look at the news and see Or Levy, he was a healthy man, untill he was returned by palestine. I’m not saying i support israel, i support BOTH. i don’t support hamas, so you can go riot about boycotting Starbucks and Mcdonalds, but it WON’T do anything about the war, if you want to save it then do charities, dont post online about palestine being innocent, i myself am not a victim from this, ive also posted stuff about israel and hamas, but posting stuff isnt gonna help. Have a good day ! 🇵🇸🇮🇱 justice for israel and palestine, none for hamas.

storytime on how my ex bf jake tried to fight me cuz i stole his girl aka my ex bsf and i apparently made her ''gay'' 𝐒𝐨, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 “𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞” 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐗-𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟒𝐊, 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐌𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 “𝐇𝐞𝐲… 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤?” 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 “𝐆𝐓𝐅𝐎” 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍. 𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃. 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎??? 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞… 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭—𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲— 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 “𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫” “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞” “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐲” —𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐟é, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 “𝐒𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?” 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 “𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐆𝐀𝐘.” 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭— 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬, “𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.” 𝐒𝐈𝐑. 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒? 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭— 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐌 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧—𝐎𝐇. 𝐌𝐘. 𝐆𝐎𝐃— 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. search Priscilla storytimezz for more random stuff like this

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STORYTIME: When Some Guy Tried to Ask Me Out Right After His GF Dumped Him at the Gym Y’all, I literally cannot make this up. This happened yesterday, and I’m still in shock. So, I was at the gym, minding my own business, doing my workout, when out of nowhere, I hear someone slam their dumbbells to the ground like they were trying to cause a scene. Obviously, I turned around because I was nosy, and that’s when I saw it—this girl, probably a little older than me, going OFF on her boyfriend. At first, I thought it was just a normal couple argument, but then I heard what she was saying. Apparently, this man was looking at other girls on Instagram while she was working out. IN FRONT OF HER. The audacity??? And get this—he tried to deny it, saying, "Babe, it just came up on my feed." LIKE??? BE SO FR. But this girl wasn’t stupid. She went, "Yeah? Then why were you ZOOMING IN ON HER BUTT?" And when I tell you, this man turned red as hell. He was embarrassed and tried to get her to calm down and talk about it somewhere else, but she was not having it. She straight-up snatched his phone, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it before storming out crying. Now, at this point, I was just standing there, trying to mind my business again, BUT THEN—me and her boyfriend accidentally made eye contact. AND HE FREAKING SMIRKED. 🚩🚩🚩 IMMEDIATE RED FLAG. 🚩🚩🚩 Next thing I know, this man walks up to me and says, "Hey there, shawty." GIRL. WHAT. I just stared at him with the most disgusted look and was like, "Hi…?" And then he just casually asked, "How old are you?" I was already getting the worst vibes, but I answered, "19." AND THIS MAN GOES, "Perfect. I'm 23." 🤢🤢🤢 EXCUSE ME??? Like first of all, that was already gross, but the way he acted like he just unlocked a new level on a dating app made me wanna vomit . And then—THEN—he had the AUDACITY to ask for my number and try to take me out on a date while I was literally just trying to work out. Obviously, I declined because eww, and you won’t BELIEVE what he said next. This delusional man really looked me dead in the eyes and went, "Ok, you were ugly anyway." LIKE??? BE SO FR. You just got dumped, publicly humiliated, and your phone got obliterated in front of the entire gym, and now you’re acting like you had options? 😭😭 Moral of the story: Men will embarrass you EVERY TIME. search Priscilla storytimezz for more

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yall I'm trynna find the “thorny” shit yall r talking ab n i havent seen JACK SHIT. can yall stfu n leave this out the non-fight related tags. fvck them kids n fvck you ho. also, the stigma around sex (as in 🍆🍑💦) comes from colonisation and religious extremism.

imagine resorting to EMOJI COMBOS to hide from me bitch ? literally pull up , u fuckin desparate huh. u know who tf u are girly , we gon meet soon , then where u gon hide ???

KILL ALL PEDOPHILES! you degenerate fucks could never get a girl irl so you resorted to easily manipulated people into fulfilling your degraded twisted fetishs. you people deserve to rot in the deepest pits of hell, KILL YOURSELF YOU STUPID DEGENERATE LOW LIFE PILES OF “HUMAN” WRETCH.⭐😒⭐⭐😶‍🌫️

''is it just me or why i is ''Priscilla storytimezz'' sorta problematic' anyways here is cute bio i made !!! <3 (search smoll bwunny for more) ♡   hi wlc to my bio!🩰⃝⃝ 𐔌  .  name !  ୧˖ ᝬ ageꜝ ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ sexuality⠀ᰋ '' 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟★c𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐦𝐥 <𝟑. anyways... STORYTIME: How I Got Into A FIGHT Over A Stolen Diary In 7th Grade. Alright, brace yourselves because this one’s a wild ride. So, I was 12 years old, minding my own business , sitting with my friends at lunch like any normal day, right? And then, out of nowhere, I noticed this girl, Amanda, just staring at me. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, people stare, whatever. But then she walked up to me, and I could tell something was off. She was tearing up, like, full-on crying, and before I could even process what was going on, she just blurted out: “Give me back my diary!” I was completely confused. I mean, I had no idea what she was talking about. Why would I steal her diary? But before I could even say anything, this girl just snatched my backpack off my back like a madwoman. And let me tell you, I wasn’t about to just stand there and let her steal my backpack, so I slapped her across the face. And the look on her face? Priceless. She gasped, then, of course, screamed like I had just committed a crime and started crying, then literally pounced on me like an animal with rabies. Like, who even does that?? She was pulling my blonde hair, and I swear she ripped out one of my unicorn earrings (which was like my prized possession, okay?) and it hurt like a bxtch. At that point, I was mad. Like, really mad. I wasn’t gonna let her get away with this, so I pushed her off me and slammed her head into the lunch table. She looked at me like I had just committed murder or something. But nope, she wasn’t done. She grabbed my hair again, and next thing I know, she was shaking me like a rag doll, trying to spin me around. Now, y’all, at this point, my hair was EVERYTHING. I was 12, and I had the perfect blonde locks. Messing with my hair was a straight-up crime. I was livid, about to snap. Before I could make my move, though, some teacher came running over, trying to break it up. But guess what? I wasn’t having it. I kicked the teacher’s shin (I know, I know, troublemaker vibes), and I went right back to Amanda, who was now trying to run away. I wasn’t letting her get away. I was beyond furious at this point. I literally jumped over lunch tables, running after her and screaming my head off. This girl had the nerve to make me look like the bad guy, and I wasn’t going to just let her walk away. Eventually, I caught up to her, and I shoved her to the ground with everything I had. I was about to beat her ass, but thankfully, some students stepped in and managed to pull me off her. I was so mad, though, I could’ve kept going. It was chaos. So, what happened after? Yeah, I got suspended for a month. Not even kidding. My parents were so mad, they took away my iPad and my TV privileges, and of course, they gave me a good ol' belt spanking on my ass. Yeah, that was fun. 🙄 Lesson learned? Never mess with my hair or my stuff, and don’t accuse me of stealing your diary when I’m clearly not the thief. But yeah, 7th grade me was a hot mess. search Priscilla storytimezz for more

KILL ALL PEDOPHILES! you degenerate fucks could never get a girl irl so you resorted to easily manipulated people into fulfilling your degraded twisted fetishs. you people deserve to rot in the deepest pits of hell, KILL YOURSELF YOU STUPID DEGENERATE LOW LIFE PILES OF “HUMAN” WRETCH.

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"OK WHAT THE ACTUAL F IS GOING ON, BRUH WHO TF IS CHESEA WHATEVER HER NAME IS AND WHO IS ALEXANDER WHO IS MESPIHTO WHATEVER? OK YALL STFU UR FIGHTING OVER NOTHING SO LIKE, STFU"

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yall I'm trynna find the “thorny” shit yall r talking ab n i havent seen JACK SHIT. can yall stfu n leave this out the non-fight related tags. fuck them kids n fuck you ho. also, the stigma around sex (as in 🍆🍑💦) comes from colonisation and religious extremism.ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!

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OMG STOP FIGHTING RHIANNA IK UR ON THIS SITE STOP.( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

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So this is the story of how I got brutally rejected by my crush of three years in the most humiliating way possible. And no, it doesn’t have a happy ending. It has chaos, violence, and a whole lot of secondhand embarrassment. So boom, I was 17 years old, and I had been in love with Alex for three whole years. Like, obsessed. But I kept waiting for him to make a move. And just when I thought it was finally going to happen… I found out he was moving to New Jersey. I was like, oh hell no, I cannot let him leave without knowing how I feel. S o I came up with a master plan: I was gonna confess to him in the most dramatic, unforgettable way possible. So the night before, I spent a solid 30 minutes making a huge sign that said: “WILL U BE MY BF?” I decorated it with little hearts, sparkles, the whole romantic Pinterest aesthetic package. I wanted him to remember this moment forever. The next morning, I woke up extra early to get ready. I did my makeup perfectly, picked out my cutest outfit, even spritzed on some extra perfume so I would smell good when we had our romantic moment. I walked into school with my big-ass sign, head held high, confidence at 100%. People were already staring , whispering, and I was like, yup, they KNOW history is about to be made. i spotted Alex by his locker, and I marched straight up to him like I was about to drop the biggest mixtape of the century. I held up the sign, smiling like I was in a Netflix rom-com, and said: “Will you be my boyfriend, Alex?” Now… the way this man COUGHED. Like he was about to CHOKE TO DEATH. I thought he was gonna drop dead right there. And the silence? Deafening. People started whispering. Some were chuckling. I even heard someone say ‘OH SH—’ in the background. Alex just stood there, blinking. He looked at me, then at my sign, then back at me. My heart was racing. I was waiting. And then… This dude SIGHS, rubs his face, and says: “Priscilla… I have a girlfriend.” I swear, my soul left my body. But before I could even process what was happening, I heard a voice behind me say: “DID YOU JUST ASK OUT MY BOYFRIEND?” I turn around and BOOM—enter Olivia, aka his GIRLFRIEND. I didn’t even know this man HAD a girlfriend. She’s fuming. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, hair flipping—she looks like she’s about to end my whole career. And before I could even say, “GIRL I DIDN’T KNOW,” she THROWS HER BACKPACK AT ME LIKE A WHOLE WWE MATCH JUST STARTED. The backpack smacks me right in the stomach, and I stumble back like I just got PUNCHED by THE HULK. People are SCREAMING. Phones are OUT. Snapchats are being SENT. And this girl? She’s not done. She GRABS MY SIGN, TEARS IT IN HALF, and throws the pieces on the floor like she just won the Hunger Games. Meanwhile, Alex? This man WALKS AWAY. HE JUST LEAVES ME THERE. I was standing there, humiliated, signless, bruised from the backpack assault, and DEAD inside. And that’s how I got violently rejected and jumped all in one day. I’ll post part two when I feel like it. search Priscilla storytimezz for more goofy stuff like this ig

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the beef is INSANE bro 😭

hey geeks and freaks !! im a drama channel (>﹏<) and i will be throwing skool drama here. (and other drama i hear about) all fresh and new !! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ so here's some tea (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ *) ｳﾝ a boy named alex slept w/ his girlfriends brother – and she caught them and joined in 🫶 a teacher at our ghetto ass school caught making out w/ another teacher (in the janitors closet + they was both drunk + they was both married..) a kid (9th year) got caught w/ a 12 year 😝 (he was w/ multiple girls at a time) a girl smeared her . blood all over the bathroom walls !!! 💋 this one boy - who was rlly gay - was dating a 34 yr man <333 okay - that's all !!!!!! search : lavender_teaa for more drama / beef / tea !!!!!

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ཐིཋྀ hello guys !! 🎀🍓 here !! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) saddlyy,, the fight between me nd 🍀🎀 has been postponed due to my issues (ㅎ.ㅎ) BUT ! theres still a chance i can save the fight ! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ the big tree at Orlando had been cut, but .. we can do it in California with the bigger and better tree !!!!! („• ֊ •„) make sure clover/🍀🎀 sees this so she doesn't think i quit ^^ 🍓🎀

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