Dumb ways to die

*dont look at your left , dont look at your left , dont look at your left...*

My heart thuds against my chest. Over and over for what feels like centurys. My watch telling me that i should calm down. How can i? I'm currently in shock from bullet wounds. The blood gushing out from my limbs splatters all over the desks. Desks that one time people learnt on. Desks that one time had gum on it. Desks that birthed the invetors and scientistos of our past. But right now the desks are my final resting place. like all those who came before me, I fall to the ground with a thud.

What’s your grade in writing class?

Bro in my writing class we have to make movies

im not in your writing class

Ik

I’m talking about mine

Oh ok

um im in he middle groups and scoring not A's but B's (different teaching types ang gradings)

O god

Lol

Yes, thus happened to me once, took my, AND the teacher to realize that I was I was on the wrong classroom