There once was a guy. His name was Jimbo Harddisk (
). What people always thought of him as soon as they heard his last name was that he was a wizz. But he wasn't, and that is what this story will be about. This story is starting from a random day on a random year in his 18th year.
Day one.
"Oh fuck! I'm late for school!" is what Jimbo thought as soon as he looked on his clock. "I'm going to be late again!". You see, Jimbo was known for coming late for his classes on a regular basis, he is a very fast(?) sleeper, not easy to wake up. As he tripped over the power chord of his TV and fell face down on the floor, he realized that he was about to go to school in his underwear from the day before. "Hmm.. Lets get some clothes on" he thought. As he thought that he was looking for clothing in his closet, only to see that he only has a pink shirt with skinny jeans lying there. "Hmm... Why do I have that kind of clothing?" he said. "Oh well, better then going in my underwear he said while he dressed up for school.
He went down the stairs, again head first, because he missed a step and landed on the floor. "Yowch! Motherfucking stairs!" he screamed. When he looked up, he saw his mom standing there... Shocked... "What did you say??" she said. "Nothing, you bitch" Jimbo mumbled, and he went off to school.
When he arrived on the school grounds, the first thing that he heard was "Hey! Look at Jimbo! Seems that he finally came out of the closet!!". Jimbo just ignored that and ran to class.
When he arrived in class, he realised that he didn't have his shoes on, and turned bright red. The teacher looked at him, and said "Oh dear god Jimbo, You are late, You are wearing ridiculous clothing and don't even have your shoes on. Why not skip this class entirely?" and continued teaching the class.
Jimbo turned around, ashamed, and felt like killing himself. The rest of the schoolday went normally.
I don't feel like writing more then this for now. Maybe on request I will write a day 2.