Hey! This is a post of my first story. I'll be uploading my backlog for a bit here, so please enjoy this early work.
Contains: One dumb guy, BE, and some incredibly large breasts.
To be clear: Every character is 18 or older. Forgive Justin, he's been held back once or twice.
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Justin Halvech studied the paper in his hand with disgust. The red streaked paper looked more like a murder scene than an English report. A big "41 see me after class" was scribbled in the corner. Justin's hands shook as he seethed, air whistling through his teeth as he breathed. The sidewalk below him paid the price of his anger as heavy footfalls beat it with reckless abandon.
Stupid high school teachers. Always thinked writing is important. Always saying spelling is a key. That grammar matter. That putting words on the pages has any meaning.
His brain spun with these ideas. Justin didn't even go to the afterschool session his teacher asked him about. No one was going to stop the 6'4" Justin Halvech, gym junkie and self-proclaimed hottest guy at school, from going home in the afternoon.
The pavement was continuing to be punished when one of the blocks of sidewalk tilted quickly under the forceful step of the distracted, brutish high schooler. Justin tripped over himself before coming to a stop. Interested in getting back at the annoying piece of concrete, he whipped around only to notice something odd. With the block twisted now, a shiny object now glowed softly from under the slab of mistreated walkway.
Justin leaned in and peered at the object, anger tucked away for now at the sudden discovery of something fascinating. Below the pavement, in a small hole dug for the purpose, was a gold object. Justin took a quick look around at the dead neighborhood before he stuck his hand into the crevice and pulled out a gold-plated oil lamp.
Now if Justin had been any sort of reader or payed attention to things other than himself for once, he would have been very excited. This was obviously a lamp very much like the fabled genie lamp from Aladdin and countless other stories of that nature. Instead, he decided it was not only cool, but would probably be worth a profit once he'd cleaned it up. With that, he tipped the stone back into place, and took off with the lamp. The discarded and crumpled essay was the only piece of evidence he was there, and that too was blown away by the winds.