Steeze Butchered

I entered the street today; I just decided to take a stroll around the school.
I dressed up very exotically, very expressively, and I wanted to flaunt my new dress, I had received the outfit from an uncle abroad.

The stroll was something that I just wanted to do for fun—it was Sunday. So I went into school, grooving and walking with all pride and comfort, greeting friends along the way and all that.

My main aim was to visit the hostel. There was a friend there who had been inviting me over and over again, but I had not had time. So I decided to go there, coupled with the fact that it was a Sunday.

When I arrived at the hostel with all my pride, my friend was able to identify a tear behind my well-ironed shirt.
I was disappointed. Who knows all these girls out there looking my way?
See mess up, but if it is for fun, I actually did have fun today.