~Vacant as can be~

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     Another day, another delusional dollar! Boy do I have a treat for you! (Not a literal treat, cause you know, the internet and stuff.)

A continuation! Of my previous, most delicious work of art! Yea I couldn't even convince myself of that. I guess being pessimistic about my work would be a little -- unhelpful.

But no matter! We are here to delve into our daily treat! Enjoy people of the internet far and wide, for you will be pleased by my latest update of my lamest story!

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     The backroom was filled with old propaganda and laminated newspaper articles. Black laced curtains entombed the room, giving it dungeon-like properties. Austin felt his dormant claustrophobic nature bubble to the surface. Blurry doubles accompanied his surroundings.

“We're back on in five, are you ready?” Austin turned to the startling voice. It belonged to one of the set designers. Light, curly blue hair fell lazily over her slumped shoulders. Freckles contaminated her otherwise flawless skin, The bold eye liner defined her hazel tinted pupils. She wore a sparkling black dress and shoes to match.

“Oh god yes, I'm ready.” It didn't take him long to realize how wrong that sounded.

“I mean sure, I'll be right out, just gotta take care of some 'biz.” An awkward squeal was the remnant of a forced laugh that escaped his mouth. Before long crimson blood invaded his pale cheeks.

“Right, anyways, we'll do a routine check up on you every fifteen minutes.” Walking out was the best thing she could have done for him. The patter of high heels hitting the wood paneled floor, fading into nothingness was the signal that he was once again, alone.

He'd forgotten where he was, dry swallowing was accompanied by harsh, rugged coughs. In a matter of moments, his legs gave out and the floor welcomed him swiftly.

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     This is, once again a continuation of the previous story I posted, so scurry along and read the first half if you want to know what the hell is even happening. (That's if you care.)

     I guess I can talk a little more about my day. Fresh clothes can get a person pretty far when it comes to heat exhaustion! If the outside wasn't so damn cold, I would have taken a hoody to school. But of course god didn't care much for my wishes, and once again we get hit by another wonderful blast of cold, calculating divine bullying. So I take my fluffy bundle of joy that is my new winter jacket to school instead.

    The problem here is not the jacket, it's my intelligence. I don't like having loose clothing laying around when I'm working during classes. So I force myself to wear a winter jacket in an air conditioned building.

     Genius, right? But, of course, there is more. (Sadly.) I didn't take into account the big-ass backpack that could conveniently hold this bothersome large jacket.

     In the end, we all learned a lesson, stay out of school, and try not to take me too seriously. 

Better yet, if you have even a slither of brains, you'd turn off this blog and burn your PC. (Kidding.)