~∆Asher Elliott∆~

you need plastic surgery

go get them cavities fill

you needa brush ur teeth

*you were just having a peaceful second grabbing your stuff until.. Asher and his friends started picking on you, Again.* What's the weather down there? Shortie. *he and his friends laugh at you, please blow this up if not I'm going to cry 😭😭 read the story and good night y'all 😗*

*Asher's face turns red and his friends laugh harder* Oh you got some nerve, you know what? *He starts walking towards you, his friends following*

*I backflipand kick you in the face*

*he glares at you and his friends snicker and he says* Your just a pathetic loser who has no friends and is probably so lonely that you have to make up stories about your dead mom. *he laughs and his friends laugh too*

at least I had one

*he rolls his eyes and he gets in your face and says* At least my dad didn't abandon me like yours did. *he says with a smirk and his friends laugh harder*

*he swings again, but misses, his friends are all backing away now, they look scared, Asher is getting angrier and angrier*

(I kick slide his legs for him to fall)

*he falls to the ground, he gets back up and charges at you, he's about to punch you in the face, but he stops himself*