Descriptive Essay - Original Writing
I then slammed my locker shut and just when I was about to make my way to class, I bumped into Tiff, aka Tiffany, aka the long lost Kardashian. She was wearing a black, leather mini skirt and a tight top that hugged her breasts. Call me old fashioned, but I think that skirts should be long enough to cover your ass.
“Oh, Zach, baby!”
“Where have you been? I missed you so much, babe! You’re my one and only, you’re my handsome charming prince, you’re my knight in shining armor-“
Put me out of my misery.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Tiffany smashed her ginormous lips against mine-like, what the fuck is this, a car crash? I hesitantly kissed her back, when suddenly; I saw a flash and heard giggling. Tiffany’s friends, a blonde and a brunet, were behind us, taking a bunch of pictures that were probably going to end up on Facebook and Instagram. Dammit.
“Oh my Allah! You guys are like, my OTP!”
I raised an eyebrow, “You do know that Allah is the Arabic word for God, right?”
The brunet giggled, “I know! My boyfriend is Arab, can’t you see, I’m trying to be culturally diverse! Gosh, stop…