Thrown Out Window Meme Novels & Stories

The man kept hitting my window, and I rubbed my palm nervously; my eyes widened in shock when he picked up a stick and was about to hit my window. “Ahh,” I screamed and covered my face, waited for a while, but didn’t hear any glass shattering. Slowly looked up, and Julian stood by the window while laughing. I pushed the door open and panted. “What…what just happened?” “So sorry about that, Aria; the people here love to play,” he explained with a chuckle, and I stared at him in disbelief. Love to play? That man was going to break my car window and only halted when Julian showed up.

“I can’t win, I can’t reign, I will never win this game without you, without you “ I opened his door without knocking and immediately opened his window. “Grab a corner Kenneth,” I ordered. We each grabbed a corner of Mitchum's mattress and dumped him into the floor. Then I took the mattress and shoved it out the window. “What the fuck Baylor?” Mitchum jumps up from where he had been dumped onto the floor, getting in my face. “You’re done moping. You’re supposed to be a leader and you’ve been laying in bed for two days whining over a girl,” I growled.

Miles almost shouted in frustration, ripping out the grass beneath him. Then, in a bout of anger, he chucked a fat stone at the window, and hit it. Smash. The rock went through the glass. “Crap.” “Jesus Christ, Miles!” Aiden finally appeared above, peering through the shattered hole in his window. “What the hell!” “Oh, there you are!” Miles grinned, but immediately dropped it. “How did you know it was me?” “Who else would throw rocks at my window? Jesus, Miles.” He dragged his hands down his face, white with anger. “My mom is going to kill me.”

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

With this little stunt, I managed to throw her life into an uproar. Her new neighbors found out this way that Mia was a homewrecker and started gossiping about her. Soon, Mia couldn't bear to stay around any longer and could only move out. One of my friends was a micro-influencer with a lot of followers on TikTok. She filmed a video showing Mia, the pregnant homewrecker, getting beaten up by the rightful wife and posted it on her account. The video garnered thousands of views pretty quickly. A while later, I heard that Mia had gotten fired from her job. Now, she had no choice but to hide in an old, rotting apartment, avoiding anyone she came into contact with.

Time to go. Tension, irritation racking up each day. Goodwill burning off like water against a blowtorch, vanishing in a sharp steam. Think of a cat that’s just vomited on the carpet. Picked up and tossed out the back door. Flung. Unceremonious. Mom and me have been thrown out of homes before. Unceremoniously. Stung skin and sudden cold, adrenaline blurring what we think and see so it feels like a dream.