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STORYTIMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! So one time it was midnight and i was trynaa get some SNORK MIIIMIMIMIMIMIMI time 💤💤 yk. And my older brother flicked the lights on and off in my room and woke me up. I got out of bed and asked what he wanted and he showed me a picture of the FATTEST PIGEON YOU HAVE EVER SEEN LIKE--- IT WAS THE BIGGEST FRICKING BIRD EVER!!! So then a year after that happened he got me a very fat pigeon stuffed animal and I named it after him. Idk just a random story that you had to hear :3 ---ASH0NP4WZZ⋆°⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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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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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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