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

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

ChatGPT said: Storytime: How Me & My Bestie Played Cupid and Now Our Teachers Are Getting Married 😭💍 Okay, so boom. Back when me and Roseanne were in 11th grade, we basically had our Cupid era because we single-handedly got our history teacher, Mr. Collins, and our English teacher, Ms. Rivera, to fall in love. Like, no joke, they were so obviously into each other, but they were both too awkward to do anything about it. So, being the icons we are, we decided to fix that. It all started with the way they looked at each other. I’m talking full-on stolen glances, little smiles, Ms. Rivera giggling at Mr. Collins’ dad jokes like they were actually funny. Be fr, no one finds his jokes that funny. And don’t even get me started on how they conveniently always had extra coffee for each other. Like, girl, just admit you like him. Roseanne and I knew we had to do something. So, we got a little delulu and went full-on matchmaking mode. We’d make sure they got paired up for every school event, drop hints about how they were sooo similar, and maybe accidentally spread some rumors that they liked each other (oops). And the best part? We left anonymous notes in their classrooms, hyping them up, making sure they’d think they had a secret admirer. Spoiler: the secret admirer was us, but our plan was working way too well. The real game-changer, though, was when we set them up on a fake date. We told them there was a super important school dinner that totally required them both to be there, and then—oops!—we “couldn’t make it.” So, there they were, just the two of them, in the cutest little restaurant in town. And the funniest part? By the time they realized they’d been played, they were already laughing, talking, and actually enjoying each other’s company. Our power, honestly. Fast forward to now, I’m 19, and they are literally getting married. AND WE’RE INVITED TO THE WEDDING. Like imagine being so good at matchmaking that it actually ends in MARRIAGE. I don’t even need a love life atp because I already peaked with this one. 😩💅 So yeah, moral of the story? If you ever feel like playing Cupid, DO IT. You just might end up with wedding invites and a lifelong flex. 💖 search Priscilla storytimezz for more

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

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

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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

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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part 2 of how i stole my ex-bfs girl and ''made her gay'' apparently So, basically, Emily walks in, and at this point, I already know shit’s about to go DOWN. Jake turns around, sees her, and his whole face shifts. Like, this man is about to unleash his final boss form. Emily looks at me, looks at him, and just SIGHS like she’s already exhausted, which is valid because this is literally HIS breakdown, not ours. She goes, “Jake, leave.” Jake goes, “WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE WITH HER???” And Emily, being THE MOST UNBOTHERED PERSON ALIVE, just deadpans, “Because I like her.” I SWEAR, this man almost threw a CHAIR. I saw his soul LEAVE his body for a second. This dude is so mad, he starts PACING like he’s about to deliver a TED Talk on how I ruined his life. People in the café are STARING. The barista is literally reaching for her phone. And then. OH MY GOD. JAKE GRABS MY DRINK AND THROWS IT AT ME. YES. HE ACTUALLY THREW MY ICED LATTE AT ME LIKE A DAMN REALITY SHOW FINALE. I AM DRENCHED. I AM IN SHOCK. EMILY IS GASPING. THE BARISTA IS ALREADY CALLING 911. So now, I’m pissed. I stand up, and before I can even DO ANYTHING, Emily launches at him. THIS GIRL FULL-ON TACKLES JAKE. Like, shoulder down, full-force, NFL-LINEBACKER TYPE BEAT. THEY GO CRASHING INTO A TABLE. PEOPLE ARE SCREAMING. THE CAFÉ MANAGER IS YELLING. THE POLICE GET CALLED. Jake is on the floor, disoriented as hell, and Emily just stands over him like a WWE champion. The cops pull up SO FAST, and now we’re all getting questioned like we just committed tax fraud. And THEN. AS IF THIS COULDN’T GET WORSE. Jake looks DEAD at the cops and says, “They jumped me because I’m straight.” SIR. BE. SO. SERIOUS. Now the cops think this is a damn HATE CRIME CASE. I’m standing there still covered in coffee, trying to explain to the police that no, we didn’t attack him for being straight— Emily attacked him for being stupid. Long story short, Jake got banned from the café, Emily got a “stern warning,” and I had to go home smelling like dairy. I’ll post part three when I emotionally recover. btw search Priscilla storytimezz for more goofy shi like this

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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story time cuz im bored So, basically, I walked into a party last Friday thinking I was about to surprise my boyfriend. Turns out, the only one surprised was me. I step inside, and the first thing I see front and center, like a badly written movie scene is my best friend and my boyfriend. Kissing. In the middle of the kitchen, under those awful blue LED lights. For a second, I genuinely thought I imagined it. Like, maybe my brain short-circuited because there’s no way. But no. They separate, she wipes her mouth, and then she actually has the nerve to say, "Wait, it’s not what it looks like." Not what it looks like? Oh, so you were just checking if his lips were still attached? Doing a taste test? What, exactly, is the alternate explanation here? And Jake, oh, Jake. He just stands there, mouth opening and closing like he’s buffering, before finally stammering out, "It was an accident." An accident. Right. Just like how I "accidentally" picked up my drink and poured it over his head. J ust like how I "accidentally" laughed when Emily started crying. Just like how I "accidentally" left that party, got myself a McFlurry, and slept like a baby. So, basically, some people are just really bad at lying. search Priscillas storytimez 4 more storytimes like this ig

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no cuz first it was alexandra, now its maliah.. ok but who tf would leak a TEN YEAR OLD'S ip, school adress n fam problems.. also what kinda parents let their kids roam free on the internet.. i mean yeah they got devices for a reason but yall gotta check wtf ur kid is doing on their ipad like a (likely) FOURTH grader was watching cp AND gore? that's a good reason for punishment but DONT leak everything just listen to skz mate🙏🙏 at this point this website isnt even emoji combos 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓉 also imma marry whoever copy-pasted every single lyric of drama by æspa 💍 storytime ig because uh drama is key (this wont get popular so thats why my last post said "i want drama over a mans..") in 6th grade i had a bestie named janae(important‼️) and uh i got my first bf a lil after i met her. his name was (i THINK) kevin💀. he was fairly popular for just that grade. thank GOD bro. and uh janae had a HUGE ass crush on kev. so every so often when i brought him with me for lunch with janae and a few more of my girls she would flirt with him. MY man. full on SEDUCE him. i told her to stop and she never did. in seventh, i was still tg with him and janae was still flirty af. and uh at the end of first trimester i saw janae and kev. on the ground infront of a park. making out. bro it looked like they were making kids😭🙏 so i cried myself to sleep for like a fking week. and uh that's the start of my attraction to women!!🥰 heres a free combo btw so this aint useless (๑>؂•̀๑). ° “랜” ⊹ . ᶥ ‹🍰›

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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

mays storytime ★ there’s a boy called eric in my class and he’s so sassy! just yesterday in class he went to the toilet. and when he came back he told everyone that he got stuck in the toilet. let me tell you 😂. basically in our school the toilets have little gaps under like normal toilets and he said his door got jammed. btw so you understand eric is really fat. ok back to the story so he crawled under the door AND GOT STUCK!

STORYTIME: So bassically theres Me (w) theres M theres A and theres L so me and L are boys and A and M are girls, So today during lunch L did soemthing bad, so bassically were all 12, i turned 12 this year and everyone else is turning 13 this year we are in 7th grade and Me and M hate A but were being fake and L is everyones old friend, so today at lunch L "accidently" sent a view once messege to A of his d__k pic which he meant to send to his girlfriend S, and M and A saw but A told M not to tell anyone but M told me and now im telling this to you! Anyways if A, M or L are seeing this uhm- Yeah thats it this all happened at Usutu forest school in eswatini!! Thats if loves byee!🤗💌🤍🕊 Hey, if you want more like this make sure to like my posts bye searching "s34ttle" it brings me so much joy! anyways if you wnat more use the tag: s34ttleDRAMAS thats it for me, stay cool-

STORYTIME: guys i have more drama but this time im involved!! for context: ME: w My bestie: m my friend who betrayed us: L my other bestie: N .So for the past few weeks: It was during autumn break and i was doing random stuff it was maybe 10:00 am and iw as about to have breakfast so bassically i wasnt hungry so i just got a granadila and i was gonna play roblox but my friend burst through the door and said " we need to go theres a traitor umungst us" so we went to N house and there M told us that L supposedly told A that we were talking shit about he rin a burn book specifically N but N wa sin high school now and me and M had to survive so fast forward to school: Me and M are gonna ignore L but i still feeel like maybe L wasnt the one, so when i get to school i tell m that im not ready to just ignore her, and she says thats fine but she still will, but she tells me that L actually told S (our other friend) that she actually thinks were dumb and that our friendship is bad and stuff. so im really mad now and i wanna ignore L aswell but im in her class and M isnt so its really hard, anyways we told S about this who thinks A is annoying aswell and S might stop speaking to L aswell but anyways!!!!! theres more theres always fucking more! Rn im writing this on May 5th 2024 BUT we opened on 14th so L has already realised that M is ignoring her so TONIGHT SHE TEXTED M and i wish i could show you the messeges because m sent them to me but its messy, and i think L knows about the fact we think she told A omg i feel liek anna oop rn! anyways ill update you very soon girly pops and boy-e pops! i cant wait for things to unfold tommorow -search s34ttle / s34ttleDRAMAS 4 more!! bye and have a good night!!

it was last night when he was with me. we were at a party from a popular girl at school. every single kid was drunk as fuck. my crush (him) was very drunk and he told me to go to the room with him. so i went and he started to kiss me hard. i went in and started to feel dirty. i told him we should have sex and he said, "fuck yeah mommy" so we got naked and he was playing with my bra and underwear and he said it looked good. i showed him my huge, droopy boobs and he kept staring at my nipples. he got naked and his dick is so big i still want it. he slapped my ass hard and i started to moan. he put his dick on my hole and it made a good noise. he was licking my boobs as he started to get sweaty. i licked his dick many times before we went to sleep. we woke up together and we never spoke after that night.