Same Paul (My own summer(Shove it))

 It’s not easy for a fresh high school graduate to scavenge out for the school that will fit their desires the most. But in my case, I’m afraid that the sentence mentioned above was also my preference. Even with my parentage, the hunt wasn’t fun nor was it tranquil to the butt. We made it just in time, eight and a pinch of thirty. We stroll down the stairs and entered the gates of my soon to be school (drum roll please)………….St. Paul. The gate of it was guarded, of course, by some guard of security but we managed to get in because of my clean will to enroll there and some bribery.   

We then found ourselves inside this small porcelain drenched room where we sit and I let someone check my physique. I believe my height was 5 feet and counting as my weight was unknown. The spokesperson of that house gave me orders for me to comply. I should sit inside the clinic and wait for my doom (actually, wait for my check-up…school requirements of some sort). The doctor shouted my name which was really unnecessary because I was exactly 6 inches away from her (Damn you). Still, my ears were ringing and jumping and shouting “DAMN YOU!” to that doctor. Even though my ears hurt because of the unnecessary actions by that doctor, I still went inside her clinic and undressed myself to fit her biddings (DAMN YOU, YOU PEDOPHILE FREAK!!! XD). 

At this point, I prepared myself for a first blood match (Interview session with someone whom I don’t know.) And by the way, first one whose nose bled loses the game. Fortunately, I survived and reigned supreme (as always) at the end of this so called “interview”. Look at the face of that sucker. *Insert evil laughs here* 

 

As I watch everything carefully, I noticed that this school contains different girls of shapes and sizes. Some girls wear pink, but some wore blue. Some were alive and beautiful, some were dead gorgeous. Some made me dazzled, some were drizzled and dribbled. Some were girly, some were boyish. Some can be classified as “Kikay”, while some can be classified as “Nerd”. Whatever their classification, family, genus, type or species, the point is,
St. Paul has a crap-load of ladies (Which is very freaky and somewhat scary). Where are the other male prototypes??? I don’t care…. 

And then we strolled back home…. 

Ces’t La Vie…