This is a completely 100% true story about Arron Gill, otherwise known as "Gizz" (but I hate that nickname so I won't use it).
Arron Gill is a beautiful chocolate man who enjoys schmokin' the green, taking pictures in strange outfits, being happy and learning about English Language.
Arron Gill goes to Arthur Terry school with me, where we laugh, learn and laugh some more.
However, this is a chilling tale that shocked both Arron and I right to the core.
(truth be told I seemed more bothered about this at the time, but because Arron asked me to write a story about him, he will be the main character.)
One day Arron and I went to English Language, one of Arron's most favouritest lessons on earth to see one of the most amazing teachers ever, Mrs Beedon.
Or so we thought.
After a few minutes of giggles and whatnot as we took our seats, Beedon began to speak.
"Hello class, blahblahblahblah... my name is no longer Beedon, it has now changed back no my maiden name, Bull. I will no longer respond if you refer to me as 'Beedon.'"
Arron couldn't believe it.
No one could believe it.
But especially not Arron.
Because it was unbelieveable.
So unbelieveable he couldn't believe it.
His heart sunk in his chest.
The panic rose to his brain.
He was sweating like a nun in a brothel as his beautiful rap for Beedon flashed before his eyes.
No longer could he shout with his fellow warriors:
FIRST ON THE MIKE IT'S BEEEEEEDON
DRAW FOR THE SHANK IT'S BEEEEEEDON
DON'T WANNA MESS WITH BEEEEEEEEEEEEDON etc etc etc.
He and his fellow comrades at the table attempted to incorperate "Miss Bull" into the rap, but to no avail.
He could slowly feel his heart breaking.
Tears welled in his eyes...
Then we got Miss to tell some jokes and after 2 minutes he was sound as a pound.
The End.
There you go, Arron.
It's a masterpiece, I know.
NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.
why not go like this
ReplyDeletemiss bull not to be misstook
but i would have to say
i would love a look under your dress.
Do you wear a vest on cold eve?
miss bull dont be bullshited by these others
for they have never known a lover like you.
and you can tell your best friend that,
and she might reply "o my!"
for i yes me cant help the way i feel!
left by the cold wishin for more!
the cold night hunts me
for the moon told you no longer love me
miss bull could this madness really be true?
or id that to poetry and not down with the kids hip hop/grime?
miss bull take the mic
miss bull grab the knife
miss bull hunts tonight!
o my!
miss bull aint like no other she down right slaughter her own father for the craic in the act with the mac, hangin like a old man's ball sack!
or have I got the jist of this story wrong? did i miss the point?? is this like donnie darko and there is some under linein story? am i not reading between the lines?
Thats fookin brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAnd na, no hidden jist, what you see is what you get.
No bunny mask guy following Arron around, just a cool kid in love with his english teacher.
I was in love with my teacher in p5 or p7 i cant recall which. I had never told anyone till i told the girl I am going out with. I told her how I would go to school early just to catch a glimpse of the teacher and would watch her through a crack in the window at the door as she enterd the classroom.
ReplyDeletelol she had a hairy mole and was heavyset, I think she could fight. But it is weird to have such feelings as such a young age would i was actively stalkin my teacher.