Let's write a Young Adult Fiction book. This thread will be chapter 1.
Every post will be one sentence. I'll start:
"It was the summer between fifth and sixth grade."
My mom promised me it was the neighbor's beagles, but I swear to you Sophie, I heard the coywolves howling every night that week.
You put the killing thing in your butt, but you don't let it do the killing. It's a metaphor you see?
You're in the super secret club no one at school is at Jerry.
>>7568770
Explain?
>>7568651
>Young Adult Fiction
top kek
>>7568823
When smuggling drugs up your butt you must first make sure that the baggies are tough to tear or you may get high and die.
>>7568651
>>7568651
I'm going to reply to you directly and be the next sentence on, the first fag got to reply to me will be the next and so on, in post order.
>it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade.
I was in my room lying on my genuine lambwool rug from Habitat™ (in Mocha Brown, not the beige ones you can also get), I liked to lie in its softness whenever I wanted to think about Callum.
>That's right, our MC is a faggot, he might even browse reddit
Callum, Callum, Callum... Tall, lanky horse faced Callum. Who am I to Callum? No one, huh. It's best not to worry. If my plan works I'll be taking him to the prom!
>>7569314
Callum, light of my life, fire of my loins.
