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

''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