Start Day 2
>Wake up
>The vision still haunts your dreams
>You can still taste the salty lemon-lime flavor, with a hint of blood and aged cheese
>Well, moping around is for losers
>You get up and make breakfast
>You need something to wash out the taste of rotten vagina, anyway.
>Ham sammich with orange juice
>Great/10
>You shit/shave/shower
>Get dressed
>Khaki pants and Roca-wear hoodie
>Get a load of this guy.cam
>Hmm..
>It's only 7:00..
>Think you can make it?
 
A. T.V.
B. School
C. Sleep for __ more minutes
 
>School
>Don't be tardy, you piece of shit
>You turn off the lights, get your shit, and go
---
>You don't see that girl that you saw yesterday
>Sucks
>Drunkbang/10
>You DO see a girl with pale skin..
>And white hair..
>Didn't she take that one health class with you?
>But she looks so different
>Skinnier, taller build..
>You'd almost mistake her for a model
>But what's she doing in these part's of the neighborhood?
 
A. Talk to
B. Ignore
C. Impress
D. Other
 
>Follow her
>Obviously not creepy or anything
>She's making a left
>You make a left
>This is some strange ass activity
>Walking around with a book-bag, heading to school?
>You need Zimmerman on this case
>Sadly, he is not.
>Be the bigger man and confront this bitch
>You catch up to her and stop her
"H-hey, whatcha doin'?"
>God, that came off so desperate
>The fuck is this?
>Sign language?
>You don't understand that..
"English? Do you speak it?"
>She shakes her head
>Damn it
>This would've been the start to a wonderful relationship
>In your head, that is
 
A. Play Charades
B. Continue walking
C. Continue stalking
 
>Charades
>This will be one weird ass friendship
>You imitate a mouth talking with your hand
>She still does sign language
>Is she deaf?
>"Ah! There you are, Fleur. Who is this?"
>Da fuq is this faglord?
>"Bonjour, Fantaisie, en regardant pointu que jamais. Je vais avoir du mal à parler avec ce garçon, mai aider vous, et traduire pour moi?"*
>"I'd be glad to."
>"Qui êtes-vous?"
>"Who may you be?"
"Anonymous, but you can call me Anon.."
>"Il est anonyme."
>"Plaisir de vous rencontrer, Anonymous"
>"Pleasure to meet you, Anonymous."
>She extends her hand to you
>You shake it
 
A. Talk to ___
B. Continue walking
C. Other
 
>Talk to the local minorities..
>Then again, it'd be hard to differentiate between who's a minority or not
>You look around the block
>Nope, no way of telling
>Damn it
>Really wanted some Chinese food for breakfast
>How racist of you
>You continue walking
>Fleur continues talking with fancy in croissant language
>You will never learn that language, even if your life depended on it
--
>You reach school, little after 7:00
>Thank you based time-lord
>You already ate breakfast, so stuffing your face for the hell of it is out of the question
>Or is it?
>You check your pockets
>1.25
>Only enough money for today's lunch
>Damn
 
A. Cafe
B. Class
 
>Cafe
>Time to socialize
>You climb downstairs to the cafe
>You bust through the doors like a big shot
>Try not to acknowledge Dash
>The smell haunts you enough already
>There seem to be a lot more kids her than last time
>Nobody likes Mondays in this school, apparently.
>Couple more tables, too.
>Maybe you'll find the outcast table
>inb4 you get outcasted from that table as well
 
What table to go to?
 
>Chill with the Country gang
>You're sure to fit in now
>And you hope your senpai will notice you for the first first time of the school year
>Last table, Second to last row
>Dat new row
>Such neat
>Much efficient
>Looks like two new girls are here
>One looks like the mascot for Sprite, the other looks like a...
>What the actual fuck DOES she look like?
>She has lemony hair with dark brown skin
>Obviously a normal here
 
A. Try to fit in by ___
B. Get sidelined faster then a football player
C. Other
 
>Talk about Apple
>What a pleb-tier subject
>When will they realize that they are worshiping the wrong thing?
>The cherry is obviously better
>You wait for the right moment to jump in
>"Well, I dunno 'bout you all, but Ah think winter's app'ah-buckin' season's gonna be easy on us."
>"Malarkey, AJ. Y'all know that the winter's neva been easy on us."
>This is just senseless farmer talk
>You don't understand the least bit of Agriculture
>"So. Should we call Johnn'eh from the east to help us sum'?"
>"Johnn'eh's already busy helpin' Seedsy in Dodge City."
>"Th'n we'll call some'un else."
>This is a touchy subject
>You can either help out and earn their trust
>Or be a worthless piece of shit like always..
>Decisions, decisions
>"Maybe, we can ask some people at th'a school? This fellow looks like he can pull a plow"
>Sounds like a typical prairie girl
>No wonder they can't get anything done
>"H-hay? Do y'all hear me?"
"Who? Me?"
>"Yah. Do y'all think you can help out at the farm?"
 
A. Yep
B. Nope
C. Maybe
 
 
"Sure, I got nothin' better to do."
>"Thanks."
>"Hold on a minute..Isn't this the same darn guy who was here tha' last time?"
>Damn it, she's onto you
>"N-no.."
>"Ah got mah eye's on you.."
>Creepy ass country girls these days
>They never change their ways
>The bell rings
>Everyone gets their shit together and heads for class
>Never seen people this enthusiastic to go to class
>Nerds
>Nerds and Geeks
>Well, let's boot it up people.
>You grab your bag and head to class
 
Right now you have..
 
>English
>Time to master the only language you speak
>But best of all, Purple Dork will be there
>You climb the stairs
>It's 2B
>Fucking fantastic
>You enter the classroom
>Pretty empty
>Except that gigantic cotton swab and walking sticks, Twilight's the only one who looks even remotely worth talking to
>Take a little gamble
>You can meet new friends..
>Or stalk some booty
>Twilight, however might force you to do work...
>But on the other hand, these newbies seem to be boring as fuck
>You'd expect that from English classes
 
A. Newbies
B. Twilight
C. Other
 
>Purple booty's best bet
>Rule number one of social School shit: Stick with people you know
>Even if it's a purple pornstar
>Even so, it'd still be a rewarding experience
>You sit next to Twilight and pull out your book and a mechanical pencil
>Best writing implement is best writing implement.
>Twilight seems to be looking at it funny, though
>Probably never seen one
>Let alone know the difference
>You hand her a fresh one
>She shakes it a little to get a point
>Oh god, is this adorable
>She's trying to sorta engrave words into the paper itself
>There's No Way This Shit Can Be Real/10
>You show her the proper way to achieve lead out of the pencil
>By pressing the bottom end down
>She's fucking amazed
>Like the first caveman to discover fire..
>And now, she's exploiting it..
>Almost the whole stick is out now
"T-that's enough lead, Twilight.."
>"I know, I got this.."
>She attempts to write her heading
>The lead stick breaks in two
>"O-oh..No worries!"
>This can only end in tears
>You can tell
 
A. Notes
B. Continue watching this tomfoolery
C. Other
 
>Screw it
>Not like you were going to do any work, anyway
>Wait, you were?
>Too bad, you're doing this instead
>/CYOA
>You join her in wasting precious graphite bars in your game of hijinks
>It eventually evolves into a race
>You're leading her by a couple clicks per second
>Bitch is trying to cheat by shoving you
>Stay pleb, Twilight
>You eventually empty your lead pencil onto the ground
>You win
>Thank god, too
>Your thumb's a little sore
>Twilight finishes a couple seconds after you
>However, she keeps going at it
"I-it's empty, Twil-"
>"SHH! I know what I'm doing."
>Alright, damn
>Bitch
>After a while, she get's tired
>"Uhm..Anon, I think this is broken?"
"It's empty..you just emptied it."
>"But isn't it magic?"
"Goddamn it, Twilight, I'm sick of your shit."
>You attempt at picking up the pieces of lead off the floor
>Fucking nightmare
>The bell rings
>Damn it..
>You pick up as much as you can as quick as you can
 
Right now, you have...
 
>History
>It'd be good if it had a better teacher
>Man, the teacher in the 7th grade was the shit
>Powerpoint presentations, n' all that.
>Good times
>You follow Twilight to the gay bath house, also known as the History class room
>Assume the seat directly in front of her, to block her way
>Maximum Hue
>You take out your notebook and write your heading with your re-used lead
>Teach comes into the class and you're automatically bored
>That Cotton swab and pile of sticks followed you over here
>Awesome
>Twilight was getting on your nerves anyway
 
A. Talk to ___
B. Notes
C. Bother ___
D. Goof off
 
>Goof off
>What you were born for
>You rip out a couple sheets of paper out of your notebook
>You crumple them one by one
>And now..
>It begins..
>You begin tossing paper at Cottonswab McCottonswab and Bundle O. Sticks McGee
>Did the Cotton one just eat the paper?
>Do all people here do that?
>Do all people here act weird as hell?
>This is going to be one hell of a year.
>You manage to hit a random bystanding kid with a stray paper
>TopKek
>He throws it back
>Bitch doesn't know what he's messing with
 
A. Start war
B. Make the moves on Twilight
C. Notes
D. Other
 
>You become bloodshot on seeing this one innocent bystander fall
>Hellbent, even
>You tear out multiple pieces of paper from your note book and start crumpling them up into large, near-basket ball sized monstrosities
>There was never peace
>There was never an option
>There was only war
>War alone
>You take aim
>Set...
>Fire.
>It bounces off of his head
>One of your best shots..
>Not too shabby.
>He's reloading
>Get 'im while he's down
>You begin firing a hailstorm of paperballs across the classroom
>Oh shit.
>Outta ammo
>Tear, crumple, throw..
>Tear crumple, thro-
>"ANON!"
"Yez, bebby?"
>"Stop! I'm trying to copy!."
>"Please quiet down, Miss Sparkle."
>The bell rings
>The period might be over
>But the battle wages on
 
Right now you have...
 
>Gym
>Oh lord
>Dash
>This shit ain't even funny
>It's just messed up
>You descend to the first floor
>Within a few twists and turns, you make it to the Gymnasium
>Luckly she's not here
>Hide your shame
>You scramble towards the bleachers
>'Tis a place of laziness and relaxation
>She can't get you up here..
>"HEY!"
>Goddammit
>Just ignore her and she'll go away
>"I'm talkin' to ya!"
>Nope
>"You dead, kiddo?"
>Most likely
>This is the best way to spend any period
 
A. Sleep for the rest of the period
B. Cricket
C.B-Ball
D. Dash
E. Other
 
>Dashter
>Adding insult to injury's always fun
>But she got no injury
>Welp
>Time to cause some
>You lock your attention to the door
>Waiting..
>Waiting..
>Maybe she's not here today
>Probably the monthly wash
>It'd make sense
>Oh, wait. No, here she is
>She immediately spots you
>And she's coming over
>She's more cocky then a chicken house
>"Enjoy the lickin', Newbie?"
 
How do you react?
 
>You gag at the thought of it
>"Oh please."
"It really is horrible.."
>"Can't even handle a little masculinity in a girl? Wimp."
>What the fuck is this bitch even going on about?
"That's not manly, that's just disgusting."
>"You wanna bet?"
"A'ight then."
>She sticks her finger into her shorts
>Just the thought..
>Absolutely disgusting
>She takes it out of her shorts and into her mouth
>"See? Wimp."
>Dear god, this girl will never learn
 
Wat do?
 
>You pull out your phone
>Unlocking it, you go to gallery to bring up a photo from graduation
>You show it to her
>"What's..this?"
"What an actual vagina's supposed to look like."
>She's pondering for a come back
>Hue
>You're done here anyway
>You go back to sleep, content the way you were
>"W-well..that's how prissy girls do it. Like Rarity..yeah!"
>Lol, whatever
>"Y'know what? I don't gotta prove shit to you. Later."
 
>Stalk Twilight
>It's not like you're obsessed with her or anything..
>S-shut up!
>Where would she be>
>Probably math
>Which is..A1
>Noice
>Not really
>You exit the gymnasium and head upstairs
>Still the first door outside the first staircase
>A bit noisier, even
>You peep through the door
>Front row, copying from the board
>Nerd
>You open the door and walk in
>The only available seat's in the back
>You can dig it
>How much time is left in this period?
>The bell rings
>That answers your question
 
A. Wait for Twi
B. Go down regardless
C. Other
 
>Talk with teach
>Twilight can fucking wait
>You make your way over to her desk in the corner
"How was class today?"
>"Hell. As expected."
"That purple kid seemed to be playing attention"
>"She's the exception. Everyone else? Ehck."
>[JonTronning Intensifies]
>She grabs her purse
"Leaving so soon? There's only two more periods of the day, y'know."
>"It's my lunch break. Heading down to the Olive Garden down Baker Street."
"Baker Street? I hear they got the nice burgers. Mind picking one up for me?"
>She sighs
>"I'll see what I can do."
>You give her a non-awkward hug
"Thanks."
>You hear her mumble under her breath just as she's leaving
>"B-baka.."
 
A. Lunch
B. Library
C. Other
 
>Go look for Twi
>She already left while you were talking to teach
>Must be at lunch
>You head down to the cafe
>Full as hell
>There's no way you're going to find her with all these faggots around
>You push your way through the cluttered together tables and teenagers standing around them
>Hell, you can't even see over one guy's head
>Jesus, this is hell
>You think you see her
>She over by the geek table
>Thank god it's not the fagtron table
>You proceed to bulldoze your way over there
>Once you make it, you sit down next to the guy with the Windows Surface
>And you though Apple products were expensive as hell
>He's doin' up some Power Point presentation with pie charts
>Speakin' of Pie, you could really go for some
>OBVIOUS SHOUT OUT TO WHOVIAN
>Too bad the school doesn't sell any
 
Who do you talk to?
A. Twilight
B. Nerds
C. No One
D. Go to lunch line
E. Other
 
>Rustle Twilight's jimmies
>Her non-existent jimmies
>You go onto the lunch line, facing the true experience of death by waiting
>It takes about 50 minutes just to reach the lunch lady
>In reality, that's like 5 minutes, but you blow stuff out of proportions, anyway
>You order the Soggy Pizza, a Suncup, and a Chocolate milk
>Leaving you with exactly 0.00 dollars
>Fantastic
>This had better be good.
>You walk back to the nerd table
>One new nerd here
>No problem
>As long as Twilight doesn't do any sudden movements, he'll be fine
>You sit next to Twilight, opposing from the SurfaceBro
>You set your tray down and begin eating
>Blatant Cart Water Saturated Hot Dog/10
>Should'a stick with the suncup and milk
>Either way, this will all pay off
>Within a few bites you open your milky and fumblingly throw your milk onto Twilight's skirt and shirt
>This went better than expected
>"ANON! REALLY?!"
"What?"
>You put on your best Steve Irwin face
>DidIDoThat.jpg
>She stomps off to the bathroom
>You don't bother to warn her it's the Boy's bathroom
>The fun there will be
>As soon as she enters the bathroom you get up
>That bitch won't give you an ass whooping when she gets back
>You dismiss your nerd companions with the age-old-saying
"Later, hoes."
>You get up with your tray and start scanning cafe
>There are a couple new cliques, but doesn't look like anything you'd fit in with
>#HighSchoolProblems
 
What clique do you go to?
 
>The Fashion Table
>Middle of the cafe
>Fucking awesome
>The eye of the shit storm
>You elbow brush past almost ninety teenagers before reaching it
>And to no surprise, it's fucking empty
>Only three girls and one guy
>He must be having the time of his life
>Wait..
>Isn't he the guy you met this morning?
>You extend your arm for a fist bump
>They immediately stop their conversation about Gucci handbags
>It's all silent for a moment
>Even a few kids in the shitstorm quiet down
>Spaghetti peaks out of your pockets
>It's falling onto the floor...
>It's in your shoes...
>You done fucked up
>You quickly change it to a hand shake
>That he obliges to, and all returns to normal
>The spaghetti still flows, though
 
A. Talk to __
B. Talk about ___
C. Listen to the conversation
D. Hit on ___
 
>Listen in on the conversation
>Control that damage
>Their talking about designers that you've never even heard of
>Sean Jean
>Roca-Wear
>Echo
>What is this even?
>You've lost all comprehension to even process thought
>"What about this fine gentleman here? I'm pretty sure he knows a lot about fashion, seeing as he's here. You there, what do you fancy?"
>Think fast
"Adidas?"
>They're silent again
>You blew it
>"German designers are always a little colorful in my book, wouldn't you agree?"
>What's with the deathly pale kids here?
>This one has purple, curly hair
>Hair curl much?
>Then again, you don't really tend to styling your hair
>Seeing as that's for prissy faggots and up-tight fagtrons
>The most you do is comb them
>With the occasional brush
>Back to the situation
>Everyone starts agreeing with her
>Another close save
>Thank you based god
>The bell rings
>Hooray for last two periods
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Home Ec
>More like Home Eck
>MORE LIKE HOME WRECK
>GET IT
>LIKE THE WEDDING CRASHERS
>This is what happens when I write at 3:00 in the morning
>Bad things
>They refer to it as Kitchen 2 as the map they gave you
>You walk over to Kitchen 2, then
>You're being a little lamb
>Falling to the demise of their master plan
>Believe their lies, Anon
>Foolish Anon
>You enter the class room
>Just girls
>Holy fuck, you found heaven
>You start touching everything, asserting your dominance in the room
>Not even slyly touching
>Random Butt-head rubbing
>This is going to be fun
 
A. Notes
B. Scan the class for qt. ApplePie
C. Other
 
>After getting your germs on everything but the kitchen sink, literally, you scan the room for the qt.pie
>Nope...
>Nope...
>Maybe...
>qt.pie Inbound
>Deploying S.S. Cool Dude
>You chillingly move over to the desk right next to her
>Dat Ronald McDonald hair style
>You like it
>Thumbs/10
>You pull out your notebook to make it seem like you're doing something other than being a stupid cunt
>Which 70% of the time you are
>We're gonna try and get that up to a 90%
>It'll effect your RAM disc
>You write your heading with the incorrect date
>#Rebbell
 
A. Hit on Ronald M. Donald
B. Notes
C. Act cool
D. Other
 
>Notes
>Cuz that's how alpha you are
>You write the lesson plan and the recipe to a cake
>Apparently that's a thing...?
>Crumb Cake
>That's something you'll try one day
>/sarcasm
>Once you finish your notes, you lay your head on the desk, showing your interest in this class
>Absolutely No Fucks Given
>Either way, you're winning
>That Ketchup and Mustard girl's totally mirin'
>She's actually not
>A guy can dream, can't he?
 
A. Hit on
B. Put the U-Haul Moves on
C. Nap
 
>Put those highly paid moves on here
>You scoot closer to her
>She doesn't notice
>Now that you look into it, she's texting on her pleb-tier iPhone 4
>This will be easy, then
>Or at least it should be
>You move a little closer
>She looks up from her phone, then to you
>You wave innocently
>She doesn't bother waving back
>Damn
>Ain't that a pisser
>You move one more space before commencing the docking
 
How do you commence the docking?
 
>Shy and submissive
>You were born with the natural acting talents
>You can even cry on command
>But enough bragging about InCog's talents
>Prep yourself
>Forget everything you've done yesterday and the things leading up to this
>You are reborn
"U-Uhm..H-hello?"
>She looks up from her phone
>Then to the left
>Then to the right
>Then she spots you
>Hunchbacked in shyness
>Bust out those Emmy Award Winning acts
"C-Can I ask, what's your name?"
>She scoffs
>"And just WHY do you wanna know that?"
"I-I was thinking we could be f-friends?"
>Puppy dog eyes engaged
>Helplessness module has been activated
>"Get. Away from me."
>Just as planned
"O-Oh. Okay.."
>You plant your face into your arms in a head's-down manner, and begin fake crying
>Hnng/10
>You can tell the rest of the girls in the class are buying it
>They stop their conversations just to look at you
>And this is how drama geeks get all the bitches
 
A. Notes
B. Keep up the act by ___
C. Focus on other booty
D. Other
 
>Go sit alone
>Just like your life
>Everyone's eyes follow you as you make your way to the rarely-used, but already written on desks in the back
>And then whispers come forth
>This is truly the way to leave 'em stunned
>The Teach comes in a few minutes late from her lunch break
>Well, a period late
>The Bell rings
>That is your applause for the act
>Bask in it
>But not just yet
>A few girls are coming over to talk to you
>Quick, put your act back on
>"Hey, Are you okay?"
>The Blue one kinda has a tomboyish voice
>"We saw you crying, and wondered if you needed any help?"
>The Sunny-D one has a silky voice
>The others are just standing there, looking on
>But the McDonalds girl left
>Damn it
>Ah, well
>Make due
 
Act:
Hopeless
Slick
Depressing
or
Go to class
 
>Hopeless
>You can pull this off
>R-right?
>G-guys, right
>"You okay, kid?"
"Y-Yeah."
>"You sure? You seemed asshurt."
>"LYRA, SHUSH."
>Lyra?
>What is this?
>What is this?
>What is your life?
"Yeah. J-just need to lie down for a bit. 'Scuse me. I don't wanna be late for class."
>You get your bag and head out for your next class
>They mumble as you depart, but quickly dismiss
>They think it be like it is
>But it do
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Drama
>Gotta touch up on your acting
>Auditorium
>Downstairs, room to the left in the lobby
>You push the Auditorium doors open
>DAYUM
>You've seen big Auditoriums, but this one takes the cake
>Echo-preventing walls
>Nice, large stage
>Stage Lighting
>They really broke the bank on this one
>You walk down the narrow isle in between the Movie Theater style seats to the stage
>There's that high class girl you saw at lunch
>Along with a couple other girls
>Many of the dudes here look like faceless nobodies
>They probably LARP outside of school
>You can tell
>Well, you have your choices
 
A. Boys
B. Girls
C. Both
D. None
 
>Girls
>Put the moves on 'em
>Get everyone wet
>Seems like a fool-proof plan
>They're all up on the stage, while the Teacher gets her papers from her office behind the stage
>More secret tunnels than Twilight's vagina
>You hope..
>You get on the stage and stand in their sub-clique
>You don't know what they're discussing, primarily since you haven't seen a play before
>And you don't plan on going to one
>You try to extract bits and pieces from the conversation to force your way into the discussion
>Shakespeare
>Hamlet...
>Prince..
>England..
>You don't know shit about Shakespeare, besides the fact that he was the mastermind of Romeo and Juliet
>Time to apply what you know
>"Who here thought that the Gravedigger scene was overplayed?"
>"Overplayed? The Gravedigger? Rarity, I think you need to stop working on dresses and start focusing more on theater."
"The whole play was over played. You want a real classical act? Try Romeo and Juliet."
>"Mhmm..And pray-tell, what was your favorite act?"
>Shit, she's onto you..
>Panic
 
A. Lie
B. Make up a Bullshit scene
C. Exit out of the conversation
D. Other
 
>Put on some cheesy shit
"Well...."
>They're all fixed onto your word of approval
>Like fucking crows, they are
"A play shouldn't be judged on a scene, but judged as whole..A scene doesn't make the play."
>They all look confused
>That's the way you stun 'em
>"Y-yes, dear, but what was your favorite scene? That doesn't really answer my question."
>Damn
>Thought you could worm your way outta this one
>Think, think, think...
"The part where Leonardo never let go was amazing. Really well done. Don't you think?"
>They all shrug
"You're telling me you've never seen the abridged version? 'Tis better than the original. Funny, even."
>"Pray tell what happens then."
>Time to put those artistic autistic talents to work
"Well...it starts out as a regular day in London, where Leonardo..b-buys a ticket to New York on the..uhm..Titanium. Yeah.."
>It's all bullshit and lies from there on
-----
>The bell rings
>Right where you get to the good part
>You tell them farewell and that you will finish the story tomorrow
>You grab your stuff and get out right before the stampede of teenagers flood the halls
 
A. Wait for ___
B. Go home (Ends Day)
C. Go to Library
C1. Other
 
>Library
>See how assmad Purple Ass is
>You go back into the school once the stampede settles down
>3A
>Up three flights
>First room
>You enter the Library, feeling the breeze of cool air hit you
>Never noticed that before
>Teach just finished restocking books
>And Purple Ass is on a computer
>Fucking great
>You gotta deal with her wrath one way or another
>You take the computer next to her
>She seems amazed at that one particular computer
>Is she...punching the keyboard?
>What's this bitch doing?
 
A. Ignore
B. Show her how to work it
C. Show her how to twerk
 
>Teach her how to twerk
>After some thinking of prank execution, you devise a scheme
>You unplug both computer mice and keyboards, using your stealth potion
>You then hook yours up to her computer
>She's already on Internet Explorer
>More like ECHKsplorer
>You type in 'Baby Don't Grind on me' in the search bar
>You hit enter
>You click the first suggested video
>www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FaCZ_DFWI8
>An urban song about the act of thrusting ones ass fills the library at max volume
>Just hope she takes notes...
>She quickly turns it down and apologizes to anyone she disturbed
>Damn it
>Wait..
>She's putting on headphones
>Atta girl
 
Wat do?
 
>Creep her out
>Send her some weird ass vibes
>You get up from your station and go over to her computer
>Still watching the urban video
>She's definitely taking notes
>TopWat
>You prey over her in an awkward manner
>Once the video finishes you lick the crook of her neck
>She immediately jumps, turning around
>"ANON!"
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
>"WILL YOU STOP ACTING WEIRD?"
"There's nothing weird about love, baby."
>She groans, putting back on her headphones
>You move to a better angle
>Looks like she's going to another twerk video
>Perfect
>As the video starts, you kiss her cheek
>Upset, she moves to a different computer
>Jokes on her
>That computer doesn't get internet
>TopHue'age
>You assume her position
 
Wat do?
 
>What would /mlp/ do?
>Obvious
>cuddle
>You follow her over to her new location
>You bring the seat over with you and sit directly next to her
>"Ugh.."
"Problem, Twilight?"
>She doesn't answer
>Okay
>No problem, then
>You move a little closer to her
>lil' closer...
>Keep goin'
>Keep goin'...
>Right there
>You stop when you're side-by-side with her
>"Do you need something, Anon?"
"Nope. Not at all."
>You begin the snuggling
>No way she's going to ignore this
>"UGH."
>bby nuu..
>She gets up and goes to get a book
>Ya blew it
 
>See if teach lady bought you a burger
>You stop annoying Twilight and go to her
>She's pushing one of those book cart that almost every school has for some reason
>She acknowledges you before you get a chance to greet her
>"Hey, kid. I got your burger. Eight dollars for a cheeseburger?"
"But they're really good. Wanna piece?"
>"N-No thanks."
"Your loss."
>You unwrap the burger
>Onions...
>Spicy brown mustard
>Sweet Ketchup
>And Vegetables cooked into the bun
>This is heaven.
>You take a bite, trying to preserve the flavor
>It's too good..
>You take another bite before even swallowing the last
>Tears stream down your face
>No wait, that's drool
>Symbolic enough
 
A. Go home
B. Thank Teach
C. Talk to Teach about ___
D. Other
 
"T-Thank you Senpai-chan."
>"Uhm..Are you okay?"
>You get up and hug her
>Kinda an over-reaction, but it was that good.
>She pats you on the back and resumes her restocking
"W-wait.."
>"Yes?"
"Isn't there anything I could help you with?"
>"I'm afraid not. I'm almost done with stocking the books..."
"I could help you finish.."
>"Don't sweat it."
>Oh..
>Kay?
>Regardless, you take a few books out of the cart and stock them with her
>She thanks you, regardless
>What a nice lady
>Makes you wonder what causes those kids to go batshit on her
 
A. Home
B. Rustle Twilight
 
>Home
>Enough buffoonery toady
>Just be glad that Twilight didn't go bazerk on you
>How strong could she be, anyway?
>Pleb-tier girl can't even hold a pencil correctly
>You get your bag and exit the library after saying farewell to the teach
>You wonder what her name is, anyway
>Considering everyone here has some dumb-ass name like Twinkle Pop, it'd be interesting to find out.
 
End Day 2