☆*: .｡.WSP PARTY PEOPLE!.｡.:*☆ all right yall so in English a couple of days ago i wrote a "short" story (i put short in quotations because its not all that short) anyways and i legit like thought it all up like on the spot kinda a spur of the moment type thing and i was wondering if this could be an actual story like if yall would read it if i actually made it a story or not (just opinions you dont have to if you dont want!) EVERYTHING NAMES AND ALL IS MADE UP COMPLETELY: I walked to class and was greeted by the garrulous, ever exasperating Ms. Winters. The class wasn't tedious or anything. It's art and I love it. It's one of my strong suits. I have an A+ in that class. It's the teacher. She has a very monotonous voice and her lectures almost seem interminable to the point I almost fall asleep purely out of boredom. Now don't get me wrong, she's a chill teacher. She let's us turn in late work, she lets us listen to music when we make our art. It's just her voice. I can't stand it. But I can't switch out. Not when she knows me by name. She's called on me so many times. But its always by my last name. 'Miss Locke, can you explain this art form?' or something along the lines of that. Besides, she's the only art teacher so I guess she'll have to suffice. and thats all! let me know what you think or if not idk :3 ☆*: .｡.BYE YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER TIME OF THE DAY IT IS FOR YOU!.｡.:*☆
(the art i made in Kreska its my oc Miko as a man :3)
