''Average day of a NA''
Imagine caring so much that you memorize all the ft7s you've done.
Jerking off to the thought of remembering when you finished a person off to be the first one to reach the seven kills.
Then you wake up, it was but a dream of my previous achieved glories.
I yawn before getting myself out of bed.
The duels I have fought long and hard remain on my mind as my mom prepares my cereal.
I put on my clothes and get myself ready as my mom stands there with my freshly made breakfast.
"Mommy mommy I had that dream again."
She nods and looks back at me with an obvious fake reaction. "How interesting".
Her tone is obviously faked but I don't mind it.
Atleast she acknowledges that I beat kids on NW.
As I eat my cereal and nearly finish the bowl I hear a bus approach.
Mhm, finally I say before making my way to the retard bus with all the other autismos.
I hop in and place myself in the seat next to the guy who is a suspected school shooter.
I don't mind however. I am not afraid of anything. T
hey are afraid of me. Afraid of my NW skills.
The kids on the bus are sniffing glue, eating crayons and licking windows but all I am doing is daydreaming about dueling. Kicking, upstabs, downstabs.. chambers..
I slight drool over my shirt as I lose myself quite heavily in my thoughts.
As I suddenly shake myself up I decide to talk to the kid next to me on the bus to tell him about my achieved NW glories.
He doesn't seem to respond much and just stares infront of him.
I raise my voice and shout out loud.
" HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MY SCREENSHOTS, I BEAT EU AND NA PLAYERS 100X AS GOOD AS YOU".
He keeps quiet and just stares out the window.
I calm myself down by counting to 7 which is the highest number I can count to and calm myself down.
The bus eventually reaches school and all the autistic kids hop out, including myself.
I get inside the school, look inside my locker which is decorated on the inside with screenshots of ft7s I have fought.
I grab my books and head to class.. shit maths is up first.. I hate this class.
The only good number is seven and theres way more than that in maths class.
Plus negative numbers are something I DON'T want to associate with cause I don't get bad scores.
I sigh and day dream during the class.
The teacher doesnt notice it that clearly since he is dealing with autismos stabbing eachother up with pencils.
The class ends and my stomach hungers.
Mhm, lunch is here. I make my way to the cafeteria as my crush stands there with the jocks.
I lose all power in my legs as I nearly crumble whilst looking at her.
I clench my teeth and ramble to myself. "Mhmpf, those weak jock kids arent as good at NW as I am."
I calm myself down as I go to grab my food.
But, what... What is that..
I look towards the end of the cafeteria as I see the schoolshooter kid from the bus stand there..
Others haven't noticed him as he begins to open fire.
Loud shots are heard as kids begin to scream, some fall down and screech out more.
This is my time I think as I look over towards my crush who appears to be as scared as the others.
I dash ahead with full speed to reach the school shooter.
I run like I have never done before. He was busy shooting at other kids as I let out a loud screech just before reaching him.
He suddenly points his gun at me and stands there..
I shake and begin to piss myself without realising whilst staring into the barrel of his gun.
He opems his mouth with a loud demonic tone and screams at me with full force.
" YOU BROKE ME, YOU RUINED ME. NW THIS, NW THAT. YOU SAY I AM SHIT. YOU SAY YOU WANT TO FT7 ME. I JUST WANTED A FRIEND BUT ALL YOU DID WAS TERRORIZE ME".
Before I can do my kick stab he shoots me..
I fall down onto the cold floor, gasping for breath. I look around as my vision begins to blur and my hearing begins to fade.
I look up at him to say my final words before I die.
" Still better at the game than you"
Fin
