My names anNie and don't fucking TOUCH ME!!, chapter 1
"anNie, what the hell are you doing?! We're gonna be late, dumb ass."
"I'm coming, don't make your tampon fall out!!"
"Hey! You bitch! Don't make fun of me just because I have female issues!!"
I bet you're already thinking, 'hey, this story is gonna suck, I'm gonna go look for something else to read'. Well, you might be. But if you aren't then please stay with me.
My name is Amanda Raines, and that was my bestest buddy, Brooke. She named me anNie ((not Annie, AnNie. With the middle 'n' big.))
We met each other this year, in the seventh grade. I hated her ass at first, because she was like, all gothy and shit. With the black lipstick and the nothing-but-black clothes, but then I told her I was sorry for judging her and we instantly became best friends. We did everything together. We even ran away together once. We were supposed to be walking to her house after school, even though I'm barred by her mom from her house, but we ended up taking a detour and 'accidentally' wound up going right by the mall and hanging out in Journeys, Nu Image, Spencers, and Hot Topic until the mall closed. We got home around 2 in the morning and her mom made her take a drug test and took her to see if she was still a virgin. That's so sick, I just wanna bathe whenever I talk about it. Anyways, back to me.
I have brown hair, but it looks black, I loooove Brain Stew, which is my fave song in the world. I wear ripped jeans, thongs, which really creeps Brooke out, Itchy and Scratchy shirts, ties, and Vans. My mom's white and my dad's black, and I'm so light that Brooke thought I was a white person with dark hair. I can't stand Fallout Boy anymore, and Brooke is the one that got me into Green Day. Her band shirts, homemade shirts, ties, and her locker are so Green Day that if Green Day were to see them, they would be embarrassed. My favourite shirt that she made is a white shirt that she got from Spencer's that says 'I heart Roadies' on the front, and she wrote in sharpie on the back, 'I'm Billie's groupie. It's friggin' awesome.' It's so hot.
She has blonde hair, green eyes, and she basically wears everything I do, because she always stealing my fucking clothes.
"So are you coming, or not, because I seriously don't feel like listening to the cow bitch at me some more," Brooke yelled. The cow was our math teacher, Mrs. Utter. I'm not joking, that's really her name, and she's fat as fuck.
"Man, fuck the cow, you're still supposed to do my nails, dumbass!! Just like yours, black and silver checkerboard," I yelled back at her.
*gasp*"But this is a Brooke Thurman original! You don't get to relax in the many luxuries that is my nails!" she gasped.
'I'll give you a dollar," That always got her.
"Okay!!" she yelled, her eyes really wide, smiling her ass off.
***
*The bathroom*'
"Sit down, fuck hole, and find my nail polish. It's in my purse."
"Okay, but, eww, What if I find one of your....you....know....what's" I said, looking at her denim purse as if it would bite me.
"Then take one, and try it on, they're kinda comfy," She smiled, wiggling her butt, referring to the tampons.
"EW!! OH NO, NOW THAT'S JUST WRONG!!!" I screamed and threw the purse at her.
"FINE! I'll find the damn nail polish, but now it's two dollars, so ha!"
"What is going on in here!?" We both looked toward the door and looked back at each other.
"Here," she whispered, and threw me a tampon.
I hesitated, but grabbed it, catching on.
The cow walked in, and we ran for the stalls, but she grabbed our bags, and we were not about to let the cow find our cigarettes and get us in even more trouble. We snatched the bags away from her and showed her our tampons.
"Do you mind?" We both said in unison.
She looked confused. "Isn't there a law saying that no one under 17 can use a tampon?"
"No, but isn't there a law saying that nobody, period, can watch you while you unwillingly use the bathroom?" Brooke said with a look on her face that said, 'fuck off, drop dead, bitch I hate you, go hump your couch and make cute lil armchairs together'
The cow looked at the two of us, and left with nothing but a "Get to class when you're done."
***
*Brooke's pov*
"Oh, my god, that was hysterical!!"
"No, you're hysterical!!" AnNie couldn't stop laughing as we walked away from the school toward my house. Nobody was home, so we were safe.
"Uh-oh, I'm out of cigarettes, they must have fallen out of my purse when the cow grabbed it. Can I have one of yours?" I asked her, looking through my empty purse.
She handed me one and kept walking. "Need a lighter?"
I shook my head and took mine out of my pocket. I lit it, took a long drag, and said, "Hey, guess what?"
She mumbled a 'what' and still kept walking. "There's a bug on your shirt." I laughed my ass of as she did a Tre Cool dance move, trying to get the bug off.
***
We got to my house, and I popped Bullet in a Bible into the DVD player. We watched it, bored, and once it was over, I looked over and whispered in her ear.
She looked at me, her eyes real big. "What the fuck?!? Brooke, I love you!!!! We're going to a __________together!!!"
You can fill in the blank.
"I'm coming, don't make your tampon fall out!!"
"Hey! You bitch! Don't make fun of me just because I have female issues!!"
I bet you're already thinking, 'hey, this story is gonna suck, I'm gonna go look for something else to read'. Well, you might be. But if you aren't then please stay with me.
My name is Amanda Raines, and that was my bestest buddy, Brooke. She named me anNie ((not Annie, AnNie. With the middle 'n' big.))
We met each other this year, in the seventh grade. I hated her ass at first, because she was like, all gothy and shit. With the black lipstick and the nothing-but-black clothes, but then I told her I was sorry for judging her and we instantly became best friends. We did everything together. We even ran away together once. We were supposed to be walking to her house after school, even though I'm barred by her mom from her house, but we ended up taking a detour and 'accidentally' wound up going right by the mall and hanging out in Journeys, Nu Image, Spencers, and Hot Topic until the mall closed. We got home around 2 in the morning and her mom made her take a drug test and took her to see if she was still a virgin. That's so sick, I just wanna bathe whenever I talk about it. Anyways, back to me.
I have brown hair, but it looks black, I loooove Brain Stew, which is my fave song in the world. I wear ripped jeans, thongs, which really creeps Brooke out, Itchy and Scratchy shirts, ties, and Vans. My mom's white and my dad's black, and I'm so light that Brooke thought I was a white person with dark hair. I can't stand Fallout Boy anymore, and Brooke is the one that got me into Green Day. Her band shirts, homemade shirts, ties, and her locker are so Green Day that if Green Day were to see them, they would be embarrassed. My favourite shirt that she made is a white shirt that she got from Spencer's that says 'I heart Roadies' on the front, and she wrote in sharpie on the back, 'I'm Billie's groupie. It's friggin' awesome.' It's so hot.
She has blonde hair, green eyes, and she basically wears everything I do, because she always stealing my fucking clothes.
"So are you coming, or not, because I seriously don't feel like listening to the cow bitch at me some more," Brooke yelled. The cow was our math teacher, Mrs. Utter. I'm not joking, that's really her name, and she's fat as fuck.
"Man, fuck the cow, you're still supposed to do my nails, dumbass!! Just like yours, black and silver checkerboard," I yelled back at her.
*gasp*"But this is a Brooke Thurman original! You don't get to relax in the many luxuries that is my nails!" she gasped.
'I'll give you a dollar," That always got her.
"Okay!!" she yelled, her eyes really wide, smiling her ass off.
***
*The bathroom*'
"Sit down, fuck hole, and find my nail polish. It's in my purse."
"Okay, but, eww, What if I find one of your....you....know....what's" I said, looking at her denim purse as if it would bite me.
"Then take one, and try it on, they're kinda comfy," She smiled, wiggling her butt, referring to the tampons.
"EW!! OH NO, NOW THAT'S JUST WRONG!!!" I screamed and threw the purse at her.
"FINE! I'll find the damn nail polish, but now it's two dollars, so ha!"
"What is going on in here!?" We both looked toward the door and looked back at each other.
"Here," she whispered, and threw me a tampon.
I hesitated, but grabbed it, catching on.
The cow walked in, and we ran for the stalls, but she grabbed our bags, and we were not about to let the cow find our cigarettes and get us in even more trouble. We snatched the bags away from her and showed her our tampons.
"Do you mind?" We both said in unison.
She looked confused. "Isn't there a law saying that no one under 17 can use a tampon?"
"No, but isn't there a law saying that nobody, period, can watch you while you unwillingly use the bathroom?" Brooke said with a look on her face that said, 'fuck off, drop dead, bitch I hate you, go hump your couch and make cute lil armchairs together'
The cow looked at the two of us, and left with nothing but a "Get to class when you're done."
***
*Brooke's pov*
"Oh, my god, that was hysterical!!"
"No, you're hysterical!!" AnNie couldn't stop laughing as we walked away from the school toward my house. Nobody was home, so we were safe.
"Uh-oh, I'm out of cigarettes, they must have fallen out of my purse when the cow grabbed it. Can I have one of yours?" I asked her, looking through my empty purse.
She handed me one and kept walking. "Need a lighter?"
I shook my head and took mine out of my pocket. I lit it, took a long drag, and said, "Hey, guess what?"
She mumbled a 'what' and still kept walking. "There's a bug on your shirt." I laughed my ass of as she did a Tre Cool dance move, trying to get the bug off.
***
We got to my house, and I popped Bullet in a Bible into the DVD player. We watched it, bored, and once it was over, I looked over and whispered in her ear.
She looked at me, her eyes real big. "What the fuck?!? Brooke, I love you!!!! We're going to a __________together!!!"
You can fill in the blank.
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