I'm not the world's greatest speller, but this is my ultimate pet peeve. When people mistake Lose for Loose, I hate it so much that I am going to write a fanfiction about it… maybe then it will finally get to you guys that THEY ARE NOT THE SAME WORD! I don't own anything. Enjoy.
Study Hall. Two words for freedom. Well, in my case it is. I don't do my homework until I get home so I find this time quite useful. If only he weren't here. If he wasn't in my study hall, then life would get infinitely better.
Seeing as how our teacher is gone, I decide to pull out my phone. In an attempt to create some entertainment, I decide to text some people.
You're a looser :P
I glance at him from across the room; he pulls out his phone and gives it a very confused look before typing something.
Why thank you.
I am very confused now, that was supposed to be an insult.
That was an insult.
He pulls out his phone again but laughs this time. I start playing with my blonde hair, impatience is getting to me.
Well… if you consider calling me loose is an insult suit yourself.
Loose? I most certainly did not call him loose; I called him a loser. That was the correct spelling right? I had no clue; I wasn't the greatest speller so it was time to get sophisticated.
YOU ARE NOT COOL.
The all caps were sure to get my point across. He pulled out his phone and laughed again, this time really loud. He was starting to irk me.
Oh, I think you meant loser.
Curse his perfectness, and his smartness.
You're a loser.
Take That! I thought to myself as I smiled in victory.
But you lost this battle ;)
I could feel his smirk from across the room as I dropped my jaw in utter defeat.
You're still a loser ;)
I loved having the last word.
I hope that got my point across. Thanks for reading.
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