the hated child

chapter seven

Ronald Mcdonald pouted.

"But how will I ever get my happily ever after?! I NEED to meet my Prince Charming!!"

Ms. Gacha gave her a stern look. "That doesn't matter. You should be here to learn, not to fuck in the hallways like those people over there." She pointed to two people (me and ur mom) who were doing NSFW things. She walked away again.

"Ooh~ That looks like fun. I see that 20 inch dick dack," Ronald McDonald said dreamily, looking at ur mom.

Mistake sighed. "Dearest sister, Ronald McDonald, this is the reason why you have 50 STIs."

"But this just means I'm richer in another thing!"

Some popular guy in the distance laughed. "Me too, baby," he said in his deeeeeep, billy-goat-gruff, rich-white-boy-pretending-to-be-Corpse-Husband voice as he approached them.

Ronald McDonald swooned. "Another mediocre white boy! I'm so in love," she gasped.

The popular guy smirked and chomped on his juicy, plump lips. "Hey, I'm WhiteBoy Overrated. A pleasure to meet you, beautiful," he purred.

"HEY!" screamed John Smith. "I'M her boyfriend. We met 10 minutes ago! We even made love in a random closet! We're gonna elope one day!"

"WHITEBOY IS MINE!!!" screamed a random popular mean girl. "WhiteBoy, you're so handsome :)"

"NO!!!!11!! HE'S MINE! WHITEBOY IS MINE!!!1!1" shouted Ronald McDonald like a toddler throwing a tantrum over a Barbie Doll.

WhiteBoy rolled his sleeves up and showed his biceps. "And I work out every day..."

Mistake gagged. WhiteBoy noticed this and smirked at her. "Good gag reflex, but it needs to go. We'll work on it ;)"

"Mister Overrated, please disregard this if this sounds offensive or rude in any way, but you are the vilest, most grotesque person I have ever met. Respectfully, you look like shit," Mistake said.

WhiteBoy has never had someone not fall for him immediately in his life! With this fresh and new start, he made it his mission to make Mistake become his first-ever girlfriend.

"Ah, you like fancy talk. I see... Thou art... uhh, prepossessing! Thou art... uhhhh... the most interesting person I hath set mine own eyes upon. I need thee."

Mistake rolled her eyes. "WhiteBoy, if I may address you by your first name–"

WhiteBoy chomped on his thick, juicy lips until they made... uh... cranberry juice. "Of course, babygirl."

"Alright, WhiteBoy, I must inform you that Early Modern English is not fancy. It is simply how people used to speak in past centuries."

WhiteBoy was about to speak when he was interrupted by a shrieky voice.

"WHITEBOY! I THOUGHT YOU HAD TASTE IN GIRLS! YOU CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL LIKE 2 SECONDS AGO!!!1! NOW YOU LIKE MISTAKE! WHAT'S WITH ALL THE COOL, RICH, AND POPULAR GUYS IN THIS DUMB DUMB SCHOOL!" shouted Ronald McDonald. John Smith looked hurt.

"Ahem. Ronald McDonald, that statement is incredibly false. WhiteBoy called you beautiful exactly 88 seconds and 64 milliseconds ago."

Ronald McDonald crossed her arms. "Shut up, Mistake. You're just a mistake."

"How rude of you to say that Ronald McDonald, I don't think any guy (except for John Smith) would want to date someone as spoiled and childish as you..." stated WhiteBoy

Ronald McDonald looked like she was going to cry. She buried her face in John Smith's boobs and started to shake. Mistake could tell it was fake (both the boobs and the crying), she'd seen fake crying before. And fake boobs.

"Alright, dearest Ronald McDonald, we all understand you are sad," Mistake said impatiently, "but we must acquire our schedule and dormitory keys!" She wisely walked away from everyone.