Sarah(you)- You are 18 years old and have been raised in a family with many sisters who love to fart. You have been on the receiving end of your sisters gas as well as making them smell yours, you hope to have some fun while your parents are away and have some revenge as well. Hey, I'm glad you could make it!" My mom said. After a short converstation of where they were going and a number to reach them if there was an emergency my parents were ready to leave."There's tator tots and pizza bagels in the freezer for when you guys get hungry!" I was hungry alright...but not for pizza on a bagel After the scent of the smelly thanksgiving blast hits her friend. She gets up from Danabelle’s lap and says “you stink and leave”. After which I put out my cigarette and proceeded to go inside. After the dinner and drinking a lot of wine, I head out to the balcony to smoke. To my surprise there was Danabelle sitting on the one metal chair with a friend of hers sitting on top. As I was smoking she asked how the casserole was and I told her it was great. She was smiling and said to me she was glad. Moments later she expressed how badly she needed to fart and let two rip simultaneously.

Your name is Amy and you are 18 years old. For as long as you were little, your mom enjoyed farting in your face when you did something bad or just for her own amusement. She has even gotten her friends to do it to you, since they do it to their daughters as well. After the fart, she let out a big sigh and said that she was holding that one in for a long time. Her friend concerned about her farting around a guy goes, “maybe you shouldn’t do that around him.” As soon as my parents left, Christy looked at me and said, "So, what do you wanna do tonight? I don't wanna do anything that takes too much energy, I had softball practice today haha."Monica-Age 18. Your friend that loves to wear tights and has long bubbly farts. She likes to help you fart on your sisters faces. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community

Danabelle with a sad face said “I’m sorry don’t leave me, I know I’m gross.” To which I reply, “It’s okay Danabelle, I’m not leaving cus you farted but because I really need to pee (which was true)”. Reduce the amount of carbonated drinks and hard-to-digest foods in your diet. These often result in large amounts of gas, bloating, and burping. First time meeting her she was really friendly towards me. Giving me a big hug and complementing me on what I was wearing. This became a reoccurring theme, I swear even if I was not feeling my best that day she would always be excited to see me and dish out some compliments (I guess she had a crush on me). During my time in university I met this nice girl, let’s call her Danabelle. Before meeting her my friends called her “Gordita” based off of her physique. She was a 4”11 chubby American girl with nice brown hair and a boisterous personality. She had a nice apartment that was passed down from her parents, that all my friends used to chill at before heading to the club. How about I be the object that has to change into the camping supplies?" I did not want her to be it! She looked over at me examining my reaction.Weeks later, in between classes, I see Danabelle walk towards me and a group of friends. We were all smoking cigarettes and drinking coffees outside the building. She directly asked me if I can roll her one. I oblige and begin rolling one of my signature rolls. As I’m putting the tobacco and filter in the paper I hear her talking about how much her stomach was hurting her that morning and sits down on the floor Indian style. She begins moaning and rubs her tummy as I hand her the cigarette. Jessica is your mom and is 42 years old. She has a really big butt and has terrible gas. She loves to torture you. She loves to throw fart parties for her friends to come over to fart on you. If there’s no physical cause for the extra gas, you can make some lifestyle changes that can help prevent it from happening: Sure" was all I could muster...I no longer cared how far I could get in the game....i didn't really want food either....all I knew was that I want to make something happen tonight with Christy's feet. After 20 minutes or so my sister and I went into the kitchen to eat.