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Pony High Written by @vanessathebaconhater on YouTube. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [Scene 1, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle and Spike] (Twilight retreats to her library after running the Flim Flam brothers out of Ponyville with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Pinkie Pie sees Twilight in her library and decides to come in to ask her some questions about the racket at Sweet Apple Acres) Twilight: *sighs and flips through her book, 𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 Parallel Universes* Pinkie: *quickly barges in through the open door, making a loud sound* Twilight: PINKIE! Pinkie: Whaaaat? It was open! Twilight: CAN'T YOU KNOCK?! Pinkie: Sorry... Heehee... I wanted to tell you something! Twilight: What is it, Pinkie? Pinkie: Applejack wanted to celebrate a sleep over at her place for running the who...? Ugghh... The flimmer flamities! She was wondering if you come at like 8 PM. Just the 6 of us. Personally. Twilight: Yeah, sure I'll come. But do you not remember their names? Pinkie: No. I just grabbed all the cider I could and went home but when I went home I got a really bad cough! So that's why I couldn't come back. I really wish I could. Twilight: Oh, Flim and Flam. Pinkie: What did they do? 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. Pinkie: Hey! Whatcha reading?! Twilight: Nothing, just some physics. Pinkie: Oh, well aren't you going to tell me what they did? Twilight: Maybe at the sleepover? Pinkie: Pleeeaaase? With a cherry on toooop? Twilight: Okay fine... Pinkie: Were they cute? Twilight: What kind of question is that? Pinkie: C'mon! Tell me. Twilight: Flam really caught my eye. Pinkie: The one with the mustache? Twilight: Yeah... Promise you'll keep this a secret 𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 Twilight: He gave me a rose, before he and Flim competed for the Ponyville Cider Supply. Wait a minute... Pinkie: Oooooo! Twilight: How did you know one of them had a mustache? Pinkie: Silly, I watched you! I saw everything. Twilight: Uhm... Please dont tell anyone. Please. Pinkie: I promise! Pinkie promise!! Twilight: Okay. Thanks, I need to study now. Pinkie: Okie dokie loki! Twilight: 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 Hahaha... Pinkie you're sooo random...Ha. Pinkie: Well I'll be going now! Bye Twi! Twi bye!! Twilight: Bye. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 Twilight: 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 OH MY GOSH! SPIIIIIIKE!!! Spike: It's like this everyday. Can't you keep your voice down? Twilight: No I can't! Pinkie KNOWS. Spike: About your crush? Twilight: Yeah. She pinkie promised she wouldn't tell AJ. Spike: Well if she pinkie promises, that means she won't tell her! She risked her life once for a pinkie promise. Twilight: Okay, okay 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 I'm coming to Applejack's sleepover, at the barn, with my friends, we're going to eat apple pie, do each other's hair, everything is going to be ALRIGHT. Spike: If that's what you want. You can go. Twilight: Pack my bags. Spike: Ugh... -------------------------------------------------------------------- After the happenings of the first arrival of the Flim Flam brothers, Twilight falls in love with Flam. Pinkie asks her to go to a mane six celebration sleepover for ridding Flim and Flam out of town. The six of them play several board games including classic 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘦. Twilight gets dared to jump off of a tree and goes comatose. She then wakes up to see herself in another universe where everything takes event in her old high school, with her old friends and is under the influence that she has time travelled or fell into a time rip. Twiflam! © Creative Commons Use tag "vanessathebaconhater" or "pony high' for moaaar!!

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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extra—desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happened—Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notifications—messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.
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story i wrote while in class :p 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. “𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳— “𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬…” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me
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stortytime on how i got my first period. So, basically, I got my first period when I was 13, and it was, hands down, the most embarrassing moment of my life. Let me break it down. It all started like a normal school day. I was walking around campus, casually heading to class, when I bumped into my crush, Ethan. You know, the guy I’d been crushing on forever. He was cute, popular, and a little bit of a dork — perfect combination, right? Anyway, we started talking, and it was like one of those moments where everything feels perfect. We were just chatting, and things were going smoothly. Too smoothly, to be honest. Then, out of nowhere, as we were getting closer, Ethan leaned in like he was about to kiss me. I was, like, about to die because, hello, it’s my first kiss potential here, right? But just as he took a step back, I felt something wet and cold. I looked down. Blood. It was literally running down my leg. And not just like a little bit, but a full-on trail. Ethan’s eyes widened, and then I swear, he gagged. I was mortified. He looked at me, then back at the trail of blood, and before I could even say anything, he ran away looking disgusted. I stood there for a solid 10 seconds, just processing what had just happened. Like, did he just literally RUN AWAY because of my period? And to make it worse, I was wearing white shorts. WHITE. SHORTS. The blood stained so bad that I was, like, walking around campus with a bloody trail that everyone could see. I had to walk all the way to the bathroom to try and fix this disaster, but here’s the kicker: I didn’t have any pads or anything on me. So I had to use toilet paper as a pad (which, by the way, is NOT effective at all) while walking past people who were staring and laughing at me. Like, people were literally looking at me like I was a walking crime scene. And I couldn’t even do anything about it. Some people were whispering, others were just flat-out laughing, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Finally, after what felt like hours (but was probably only like 10 minutes), I made it to the bathroom, and I’m not even gonna lie — I was almost in tears. I texted my best friend about the whole thing, and she just responded with a million laughing emojis, which, honestly, didn’t help. Moral of the story? If you ever get your period in white shorts and in front of your crush, just know that the universe is cruel. ;( search Priscilla storytimezz for more stories like this
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