Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

Jane replied with a blank face. Bria winced her face and said. “Silly Jokes? Do you think this is a joke? Well, I’m dead serious dear. You really look like trash.” She stops and then added. “No, scratch that. In fact, you are close to a speck of dirt. Dirt that always clings to Dash and can’t be removed no matter what.” Their classroom was filled with laughs coming from their classmates. Bria felt a little bit of satisfaction from their reaction and most especially Jane. Her face is so epic. She thought as she also laughed at her.

“Don’t eat trash like these in the house anymore. I don’t like the smell.” Catherine looked at the snacks inside the trash can with a grimace. Oh God, she could not fathom how a person could actually be disgusted by the smell of snacks. What a weirdo! Nonetheless, reality forced her to twitch her lips into a flattering smile. “You’re right, Shaunny. These are trash. I’ll listen to you and stop eating them.” “Take a look at yourself in the mirror and see how pretentious you are.” The man could not be bothered. He picked the cat up and retreated to his bedroom.

Because what he eats is smart, what he eats goes to his brain, not his stomach, but I hope what he watched last night went to his brain and not to his stomach. It’s really good and it’s smart, otherwise I just don’t know. No one knows about kiss and sex alone. We also don’t have a sex education subject! Even my other classmates wanted it. I was called a whore on our campus because I am pretty and I get boys’ attention. “What are you ready for?” I smiled and asked him if we could enter his condo. We weren’t even in bed so I asked right away. “Y-yes.” Stuttering, he said, obviously he couldn’t sit still in bed because he didn’t know what to sit on, but he settled into the Indian seat. I texted

The exam scores were out, and naturally, my classmates did not perform as well as they did in their previous lives, having missed one of the tests. The impact of missing one test was enough to drop the quality of the college that someone could have gone to by a tier or two. Many of my classmates would end up either in vocational schools or go straight to work in construction sites or factories. "It's okay. Like I said, it's all in the past. After tasting the sweetness of Nina's lollipop, you can now taste the bitter hardship of life." I didn't accept their apologies. I walked straight into the mansion, treating them as insignificant pedestrians.

I turned my head towards the blackboard not wanting to meet their stares as I stood still in front of the classroom door. "Oh poor thing she's crying" “Bring her a handkerchief, poor thing” “No, she needs a shot if you know what I mean haha” “Do you smell a funny smell? » “Ah yes shit… haha ​​who forgot to put the trash away? » “Where did you see garbage tell me? » “I see a big pile in front of me haha ​​it stinks”

I closed my eyes, heard them giggle, and smelled the horrible trashy smell before I felt them reach for my top, and stuff the trash within. I cried out, begging them, but they filled even my skirt with trash. They pushed me from left to right, taking more trash, and pushing it into my clothes. “Please stop…” I cried out, but gagged, as trash was stuffed into my mouth. I couldn't even say a word anymore. Then they threw trash on me, laughing. “Damn! She smells good now.” “Yeah, she does.” “Guys, are you thinking what I'm thinking?” A Blondie asked, raising her eyebrows continuously, and they all giggled.

But, am I fated to always suffer and never be enough? I had two classes before lunch and they went by quickly. So far, I am not in any classes with The Trio and I am immensely thankful for that. I get in line and load my food onto my tray. As I was exiting the line, Jessica flipped my tray, spilling its contents all over my dress, she said, “Could you be any more of a klutz.” I sigh, as I turn to leave. “That's right, little mouse. Scurry off like the vermin that you are!” she taunts.

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

Disgusting! [Perfect match. Trash meets trash!] [Props to the wife for getting out quickly. Let them ruin themselves.] [Those two scumbags won't have a happy ending!] I couldn't help but laugh when I read the comments.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."