I was at a university. I'm still not sure which one it was, but I know it definitely wasn't my school. I was sitting in class and there was this really creepy guy that kept looking at me while I was working on my homework. When the teacher left the room, he walked over to me and tried to rape me. I was shouting and screaming, but no one would look up. He grabbed my leg and handed the other one to Jake Lawson (actual person, I didn't make him up). And he handed my other leg to some other guy. And I was screaming, and trying to hurt him in any and every possible way. But then there was a man. I still don't know who he was, but he saved me. He grabbed the guy that was trying to hurt me by the back of his shirt collar and threw him against the wall. He.. he saved me from being hurt again.
The teacher came in a few moments after that and asked me what I was going on. I told her, and she said that she'd report it. ...Then the stupid bitch reported the wrong guy, so I showed her who it was, and she said, "I know. I know." To which I replied, "No. You don't fucking know. I've been raped three times before, goddamn it. I won't let that motherfucker go free." I left class thoroughly pissed off, and I walked to a lecture hall.
This lecture hall was weird, though. You sat on the floor, and the tables were like.. a foot and a half off the ground. I sat there for hours, until this other class came through and this girl sat next to me. Holy shit, she was beautiful. And her name was Vanessa. Apparently, their teacher is half blind, so they basically do whatever the hell the want, which was pretty cool, because I wasn't even supposed to be in the class. Vanessa and I spent the whole class talking, messing around (in several ways), and we had a really good time. Her teacher asked us to pass in our homework, so I sent down homework from another class, just for the hell of it. Apparently I got an 86% on it, even though it wasn't even from that class.
Class ended, and Vanessa agreed to drive me home, since we had such a good time in class together. We were in the hallway outside of class when this other really beautiful girl was crying. I walked over to her out of genuine curiosity and asked her what was wrong. This girl was perfect in every physical way. She smiled at me, and showed me her teeth and started sobbing once more. "...That doesn't tell me anything, what's wrong?" I asked, in more of a "what the hell?" kind of manner.
"No matter what I do, I can never ever have perfect teeth."
...And then I woke up.
Okay, I'll be nice and write a little about me, now. :3
I'm VanessaVicereine Charlie.
I'm 18 years old and I turn 19 on April 20.
I'm adorable, funny, sweet, kind, generous, and most of all better than you.
...okay that's all wrong.
I'm mean, rude, conceited (obviously), I find the word "ambiguous" obnoxiously amusing for no reason at all, and I like puppies. :)
I tend to make everything more awkward than it really needs to be, but that's what people love about me.
I'm a girl. With a B.
And I like to be a smartass.
So I'll say that I fuck girls for attention, because let's face it... bi-sexuality is the latest trend these days....
I contradict myself in so many ways, you'll want to cut my eyes out.
But please don't, I still need them. :)
Anyway... that's... kinda it.
I'm not much fun.
But if you'd like to know more, get at me. :D