FML!-Episode 4-VideoPhones, a short story by AJ. Date added: 2012-08-16. Times viewed: 405.
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- Intro: Chuck gets a new nick name along with small fame & makes an intersting decision.
Episode 4 VideoPhones
Today I woke up. I felt my left nut. Then my right. Everyday since the fight I check periodically to make sure they're there. It had been 3 days since I was at the hospital. Plus my nose was bandaged.
Of course my parents didn't give 2 shits. Roman told them I fell down the stairs. But I'm not shocked that this happened. I learned my lesson: Never say it gets better because it doesnt. At least not for me. But maybe if I showed them proof they'd believe Roman busted my balls.
Videos of the fight were all over the net. I unfortunately got my own website, TheNutPacker.com which displayed the fight between Roman and I. I got my iPad to show my parents at breakfast.
Finally some proof that Roman hurt me! But when I showed them, what did they say? This: "Wow, kids can photoshop anything these days."
My parents are the worst.
I definitely got a lot more recognition than deserved at school. Since my beatdown I was known by everyone. My new nickname was The Nut Packer. It was chanted everywhere I went. It makes sense too. My balls were packed into my lower abdomen for 18 hours. The doctor had gotten them out by performing the heimlich maneuver. I had bigger things to think about anyways. Well not really.
I saw Bert at his locker & walked over
"Hey," I said.
"Wassup NutPacker," he jokingly said.
I laughed. "I brought a new meaning to the phrase, 'balls deep.'" We both laughed and fist bumped. "Thanks for coming to the hospital."
"No problem. I just want to let you know that the only reason why I left is because Michelle started asking me everything I know about you. She's a stalker man."
"I know. She was outside my room yestarday hanging from a branch."
"So have you made a decision about talking the blame for the football team?"
"Yes," he sighed, "I'm going to."
"Dude, that's a terrible idea. You didn't do it."
"I've thought about thise & I've already made up my mind & told the principal." That's when I noticed that Bert's locker was almost empty and his books were in a box next to it. He was cleaning out his locker. He had been expelled. I guess that blew my chances of us ever being friends again. I turned around & walked down the hallway. Completely ignoring the chants. "The Nut Packer." I stopped by the principals office & knocked on the door. I thought about it & came to a decision. I sat down.
"I have a confession. It wasn't Bert who gave the football team steroids...It was me."
I'm Chucky & I just saved my not even best friend's ass. FML.
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