Me and Karl got out the cab, or taxi, these fucking Americans and their shitty words. I made sure to leave him a little surprise on the back of his chair, it's kinda sad you know him and my dad really don't like my gifts. "Why did you put gum on the back of the seat?" Karl was bent over trying to catch his breath, he had been laughing for about 10 minutes because of the asshole in the drivers seat chasing me down 2 blocks. I obviously outran the bastard but Karl thought it was hilarious, so here we are. Outside of my new prison! I don't even know what this hell hole is called.

I shrugged, "To say thanks?" He started laughing again and I just flipped him off. "What's so funny?" I stood watching Karl as some musty bitch in a beanie put their arm around my shoulder and another one in a bandana stood next to me, looking at me. What the fuck? Didn't know ninjas went to this school. "Nothing. Now who the fuck are you guys?" This ass clearly didn't expect that, he looked shocked then smirked, "Dream!" He yelled turning towards the school, a minute later and fucking giant ran over, "Yeah." He said panting.

"Just run a mile?" I ask tone laced with sarcasm, he raised an eyebrow, "No why?" "Don't know. Just thought you had since your so tired." I shrugged, "Anyway, this kid thinks he's funny." I rolled my eyes, who is this guy? I turned to Karl who was just stood there.

"Who are you?" The giant asked, "Your sister, now I'm assuming you're Dream? The one everyone gushes over?" He smirked and placed his arm over the ninjas shoulders, seriously what is with these guys and touching? "I am, but how would you know that?" I shrugged, "I told you. I'm your sister, dumbass." The guy that previously had his arm on me started laughing.

"He got you there dude." "Shut it Quackity" Well this plan is going amazing so far, Dream is already pissed and our class' haven't even started yet. "Well then, if your my sister. Tell me something about me." He smirked, clearly this bitch underestimates me. "Okay, Clay, people call you Dream probably because everyone thinks your dreamy or some shit. Your on the football team, your a lady's man and a mans man. Your gay, but sleep with girls to cover it up, you hate people who don't like you, your here for the same reason as me. Parents got fed up of your bullshit, in school and at home but finally sent you away after you came out? Correct?" I smirked, he stood there with his jaw open clearly shocked. His friends just laughed and I stood there with my arms crossed.

"Also you clearly think your better than me. But your not, but I now see why people call you Dream. It must be because of how much you dream that you were me, or better than me. So I'll be going now." I pushed past him making sure to hit his shoulder and walked to my room with Karl following behind.

"That was so funny! No one has ever said that to Dream!" Karl was laughing, following behind me. "Do you even know where your room is?" He asked, "Yup, room 404, shit ass one and two have already payed the workers to put my stuff in there so we just have to find it." Karl nodded and grabbed my arm pulling me into a different building. "What are you doing?" I yelled trying to rip my arm out of his grip. "To your room nimrod." He stopped in front of a room. I looked at the room number. 404. Oh. "Oh okay, thanks?" He nodded and opened the door.

"Your fucking kidding me." No. Fucking. Way. There is no way in hell I'm staying in this room with that.

"What's wrong?" Karl ran over to see what I was looking at, he just burst out laughing. "Don't laugh! I'd rather stay in a room with Dream than that!" I yelled pointing to the massive spider in the sink. "Just kill it." Karl choked out between laughs. "No! You kill it!" I yelled. Karl laughed and walked over to the sink but instead of killing it he picked it up. No thank you. This bitch thinks he's coming near me. "Fuck off, Karl" he laughed and continued to walk towards me. "I swear to god. Karl!" I screamed running to the other side of the room, him chasing after me.

"Karl! It's been 10 minutes put the spider down!" I yelled, he just shook his head. This bitch is getting on my bad side I swear. "Karl I'm not joking! I'd rather be friends with Dream and his little fuck boys than you come near me with that thing!" I yelled swatting him away with a broom I found in a cupboard. "Well isn't this a sight." For fuck sake. "This day is just getting shittier and shittier!" I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed. "What do you want?" I swear to god if this is his room asw- "This is my room dipshit." Fuck. "Welp Karl looks like we're swapping rooms." I hopped off the bed and grabbed another piece of gum from my pocket.

I was just about to go out the door when shit face grabbed my arm. "Let. Go." I grit my teeth. I'm not having anymore of his bullshit. "Leaving so soon?" He asked fake pouting, plan number two I guess. I smiled "You know what no! I'm George, nice to meet you!" I stepped back into the room and held out my arms offering a hug. Now to see if he's as stupid as my dad. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged anyway and hugged me. Idiot. I grabbed the gum from my mouth and stuck it on his back. "You should never hug a stranger you know." I whispered. "What?" The oblivious dickhead replied. I just pulled away from the hug and opened my mouth showing I no longer had my gum.

"You dirty prick." Karl was laughing in the background again and I just stuck my bottom lip out and pretended to be sad. "Karl. Why does no one like my gifts? My dad didn't like it, neither did the taxi driver or this annoying fuck." I pouted. Dream looked pissed. A bit like my dad. "One thing you should know about me Dream. I love a good reaction." I winked at him and sat on my bed scrolling through my phone.

"I- I'm going to go see Sapnap and Quackity!" Karl quickly rushed out the room but I payed no mind to him though. "Your gonna regret that princess," Princess? What the fuck? I looked up and Dream was stood shirtless against the doorframe. Holy shit. He's hot.

He has dirty blond hair, yellow? Eyes. No they're probably green, unless he's a cat. That would make sense on why he's such a pussy though. Abs. Holy shit, you can tell he plays football I'll tell you that. I'm not sure what about him is so special, I didn't think Karl was hot? He was cute but then again not like Dream.

"Done drooling yet?" He smirked. I swear to god I'm going to suffocate this bitch in his sleep, but then plan four, the one no one talks about, would be gone. "Shut up. How will I regret what I did may I ask?" He just smirked and grabbed a new shirt. No, hoodie. A nice piss coloured hoodie. With a smiley face, a smiley piss face! "Because George, I can make every one in this school either. Hate or love you, your choice?" He smirked.

Is this mushy, nasty, smelly ass, pineapple looking mother fucker is threatening me? Me? Clearly this dumbass hasn't heard me. "Sorry Clay, but your little fan club doesn't affect me. I've been bugged by my parents, teachers and principals since I was 7. This culture you have going on doesn't bother me." Music. I want music. Oh yeah, I have a very low attention span, and I always zone out and sometimes my body is an ass and either says or writes what I'm thinking. 🙄

This started in like year 4, when I just started writing random words from songs, and then I'd tell the teacher to piss off because she was annoying me, look it's not my fault I think out loud sometimes. It's kinda annoying, failing classes because I zoned out half way through, or I've been sent to the principals office for telling a teacher to shut up.

I turned on my phone and opened Spotify, shit. What playlist, these are my struggles, nothing else. I decided on my bored one which just consisted of every music type, instead of having a certain one. Also, drawing, fun as shit.

You can draw what you want and if someone makes fun of you, draw them in a fire or something? Helps me calm down although my teachers didn't like it. I'm actually pretty decent at drawing so shut up. I was bored one day in school and a teacher really pissed me off when she showed the class my score on a test. It was the lowest by the way. So I got a sharpie and drew on a school wall. It wasn't that bad, it was just of my teacher in a cage above a shark tank, long story short, she cried, I got kicked out and sent to a new school and then started my little plan or wherever this is.

"George. George. Hello? George?"

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