This is a story I started to write when I was in the 6th grade and I never bothered to finish it up. So i'm asking you, Newgrounds, to help me finish it!
Just leave a comment with a continuation of it.
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Introduction

Why hello there. My name's TIm. What's yours? Well, I really don't care because I hate you. You see, I have this problem. A really huge problem, as a matter of fact. Everybody hates me. They wish I would do the world a huge favor and drop dead. Now, you're probably wondering, "Why the hell do we care?". Because I'm saying it, and I'm forcing you to sit down and waste minutes of your pathetic life. Now, on to my story, shall we?
I go to Hillside High School. One of the most retarted high schools in the history of ever. I hate every single one of the students there, and I'm pretty sure they hate me as well. Do I care? No. Do I want to care? No. So, now, let's all enjoy the *cough* wonderful moments of my life.

Chapter 1

So, there's this girl. Her name is... I don't care what her name is, and she's in my history class. I've hated her ever since I first saw her and the most terrifying news struck me yesterday: She wants to go to the dance with me. You see, we were talking to each other, (she was just talking, I was thinking about how awesome peanut butter is) in school and I overheard her talking to her friend and finding out that they both like me. At the time, I wanted to freaking hang myself.
I don't care if I feel sorry for her, she's really repulsive. The school dance is next Tuesday and I don't know how to say no the meanest way possible. She doesn't have a life, and she's not even close to being popular, and I am among many of the kids that despise her. I'm trying to get a restraining order from her. Why does she have to like me? Does she like my personality or something? I hardly ever say a word unless it'll shut her fatass up.
So, right now is 7:50am, and I'm waiting for the bus. Ah, yes, the big yellow bus that every time fat people see it, they run after it thinking it's a Twinkie. Riding the bus is disgusting, and it's Monday morning, a brand new day of the week, making me want to hang myself even more. I hate all the 9th grader noobs who won't leave me the heck alone. I'm in the 11th grade for Christ's sake. See the comparison?
The bus came. I got on. Everyone gives me a weird look everyday when they see me. Have you ever had the feeling where you find yourself looking around for something to hit somebody with? Yeah, well, I have that feeling about 100 times a day.