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Life is a pile of shit.
Especially when that pile of shit forces you to go to that hell hole named school. Actually, school itself isn't so bad, it’s really just the idiotic, know-it-all teachers, the stupid-ass students, the sleep-inducing lessons and lectures and assemblies and assignments and tests and that vomit-worthy cafeteria food.
But, believe it or not, there are actually two things that make school bearable for me.
One of them is basketball, and the other has freckles on his arse.
This is the story of my final shot.
This is the story of how I met my freckled Jesus.
Well, he’s not actually Jesus, he’s just really nice and cool and…
You know what? I’m gonna cut the ‘attention grabbing prologue’ part of this story; WAY too dramatic. Who cares about stupid prologues anyway? Certainly not me. All they’re good for are raising people’s hopes, only to slam the back down after they read the actual crappy story. And I’m pretty sure this story’s gonna sound like crap to you.
Pages and pages of sappy, clichéd crap.
But I don’t give two shits about your opinion cause this is MY story, about MY Marco.
Why should I give a damn what you think when I have him.
Anyways, read on if you wish.
I don’t think it’s crap.
I think it’s actually pretty bloody brilliant.