Firstly, I'm not as mean as my author portrays me to be, I promise. But she just wanted the story to be more interesting, so everyone took it as an opportunity to start the "hate on Alec" campaign.
Secondly, I'm definitely NOT the devil in disguise. Everyone just thinks it's funny because my last name's "Deval."
Now, I'm a year eleven student-or what americans might say, junior- that goes to Milcolm High. Honestly, it's a *this sentence was removed due to the z-rated referencing*
Anyway, as I was saying, Milcolm High is quite a boring place to go to, besides from the fire-like rumours and the amazing pranks. *cough cough* they're not done by me though. I'm not that bad.
They-the students-all compete against eachother for many spoilt reasons, like for example, this one time, two girls challenged eachother for a packet of chips.
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Like if it was a cookie, then hell, I'd do anything to get my hands on that, but it was chips. Like come on, that shi-poop-I SAID POOP!-isn't even tasty.483Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4d7TOWTQyL
And God damnit that isn't the only downfall of this school. The teachers- especially teachers- hate my guts, for no reason too! Like I'd be walking in the yard, minding my own business and BAM! They'd be all going at me. Stupid s****. They don't even know how to teach. And they wonder why I have folders of Ds and Es stacked up against the wall at home. I think I have a few Fs too...
But that's not what my mum-or foster parent- thinks. She blames blames it on me, because you know, I'm Alec "Devil".
Such a weird world we live in.
Now you all might be wondering, where did this annoying piece of character come from?
Well, don't blame it on me. Blame it on the stupid author. She's the one who wanted me to join because she has nothing better to do than boss me around.
Anyway, I'm from the novel "The Disney Effect" and as embarrassing as this is, I have an addiction-or obssession. Whatever you want to call it.
I love Disney. And for a 17 year old boy, who's seen as a troublemaker and a "bad boy", that's not something I want others to know. Besides, it's not like I have posters of Disney princesses on the walls of my room, right? RIGHT?
Yeah that's what I thought.
*Someone screeches in background*
I just got told off for writing too much. Who would've ever thought that writing would be considered as something bad?
Well, I guess this is the end of the blog...or I don't know if it was a blog. I don't know what a blog is.
So, um...see ya?
*Someone speaks in stupid again*
Oh right! P.S. Don't read the book where I came from. It's *this sentence was removed AGAIN from the blog due to the z-rated use of language*
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