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And all of this because I failed A-Level French :''''''(

I don't see how you could fail French. Also, for some reason my French teacher is Polish.

You should see my old Exercise Book.
More doodles than notes. Pretty much deserved all those U's

Munchenhausen wrote:You should see my old Exercise Book.
More doodles than notes. Pretty much deserved all those U's

Just curious, what mental disorders do you have?

poopooface wrote:

Munchenhausen wrote:You should see my old Exercise Book.
More doodles than notes. Pretty much deserved all those U's

Just curious, what mental disorders do you have?

All of them ;D

Munchenhausen wrote:

poopooface wrote:Just curious, what mental disorders do you have?

All of them ;D

It's the mental-illness version of Mr. Burns' Three Stooges Syndrome!

So I see... Speaking French is bad... *Notes in book of Nooblish*

Taro Has A Chance

Taro and Miki sit alone in the detention room, patiently waiting the teacher's return.

"You know, Taro, what you did back there was pretty cool",
She breaks the silence and smiles at her chunky cellmate. Miki thinks back to Taro's snarky wit and surprisingly ninja-like retalliation to Takashi's latest tantrum. Needless to say, he wont be calling Taro fat any time soon.
Even though Taro's One-handed karate show landed him in detention, it was worth it in the long run. That was definitely his chance to show people he wasn't an easy target anymore.
"I didn't know you were that stong..."

Taro laughs and shakes Miki's compliments off
"Ehh, it was nothing!"

"I'm serious! I didn't know you were such a... A badass! You've impressed a lot of people today, myself included!"
She scoots closer to him, her knee nudging his own.
"Not to mention your paralysed arm, it's the same side as my... Y'know. I think we have a lot in common, Taro~"

She purrs his name and he breaks out in sweat. He tries his best to suppress his hyperventilation, but he has never talked to a girl like this before.
"Y-You too..!"

She giggles and scoots closer still, her hand(s) on the seat between her thighs and her arms now supplementing her already ample bossom. He can smell her now, a strange scent of runner's adrenaline an strawberry shampoo. a wonderful mixture.
His eyes reluctantly flick to her cleavage, a natural reaction for an adolescent male. As he strains to resist, he prays she doesn't notice. She lets out a slight laugh, and brushes against him flirtily
"Like what you see?"

His nerves are building up. He can barely think straight with butterflies filling his stomach. He feels sick, elated, excited, nervous, everything under the sun.
He manages to fet a solitary sentence out.
"I-I can c-cook really good..!"

Suddenly, a stream of anxiety-induced vomit spills from his mouth and pours down himself.
Taro regrets having eaten that loaf of bread before detention started.

"OH MY GOD TARO WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Miki jumps to her feet, vomit covering her lap. She gags and wretches, watering eyes fixed firmly upwards. Taro tries to apologise, inadvertantly spitting bile from his lips with every other word. He goes to scrape any and all expulsions off of Miki's shirt with his hands, but she jumps back with her arms firmly out to her sides like a cactus.
"YOU FUCKING SICKO! OH MY GOD!"

"M-M-Miki, no! I didn't mean this to happen!"
In desperation, he lunges at her and drags her into a one-armed hug. He looks up and finds himself face-first in her breasts.
"I j-just..! Oh god I'm sorry!"

She begins smacking the top of his head, fight or flight finally kicking in. When she frees herself she sprints for the door and shoulders through, swearing and screaming all the way down the corridor.
Taro just drops to his knees, wallowing in a puddle of self pity and half-digested sweet bread, and sobs to himself quietly.

"Wh-Why does nobody like me..?"

I don't know if I must laugh or be sad.

Classy. And by that, I mean not. This ranks right up down there with shock scat/spaghetti stories, neither of which are appreciated. Go look up the very few locked threads in fanfiction and ponder.

I laughed, but there's something wrong with you, man…

Note to self:
Not everyone finds nervous vomiting as hilarious as I do

Munchenhausen wrote:Note to self:
Not everyone finds nervous vomiting as hilarious as I do

Well, I mean, it's not like the idea itself is a bad one; if nervous vomiting is his thing, for instance, it could be used to make it a story about how he seals himself away from others to avoid it happening, or something. Perhaps it's not a physical disability, but that's gotta be debilitating.

as a guy who relates to Taro, takes pills for stomach/nausea problems, and has trouble talking to girls...

/facepalm. Not going to say anything I'm going to regret.

And I have severe anxiety in romantic contexts, which includes nausea.

Fuck you. That wasn't funny.