Gazzy's POV
The funny thing about farting is that... It stinks. Take right now for instance.
Fart. Come on fart. You know you can do it!
I took in wiffs of nasty air. My brain was on... Or maybe it was off. I don't know. My one goal was to get out that last little bit of air, nothing else mattered.
My hands curling into fist cause of the pressure? No biggie.
Me almost flying cause of the force of it all (even though I can fly)? Not a problem.
My lungs aching for fresh air? I could deal.
As long as I could get as much stale air out of my system as possible.
See? That turns everything all gross.
Force it out, yours smell worse than anyones and you know it!
YES! There it is!
I went down stairs.
Author's Note
Okay, really short, but I was just getting the idea down. My first fanfiction, please review AND BE NICE! My awesome sister Mocha -Ig's Last Name Here- helped me write this, so some credit to her! Oh yeah!