Such s cutie patootie!

Today when I walked into my economics class I saw something I dread every time I close my eyes. This man had brought his new gaming laptop to class. The Forklift he used to bring it was still running idle at the back. I started sweating as I sat down and gazed over at the 700lb beast that was his laptop. He had already reinforced his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of finding an outlet for a power cable thicker than Amy Schumer's thigh. I start shaking. I keep telling myself I'm going to be alright and that there's nothing to worry about. He somehow finds a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ outlet. Tears are running down my cheeks as I send my last texts to my family saying I love them. The teacher starts the lecture, and the student turns his laptop on. The colored lights on his RGB Backlit keyboard flare to life like a nuclear flash, and a deep humming fills my ears and shakes my very soul.

I shoved the cold barrel of the shotgun deep down my throat, I felt as if there was nothing else to live for. As soon as I felt the trigger, I knew my time had come. I pulled it, the pellets soared through my neck and lungs
I suffocated shrotly after