jackley

Jackley walked into class with hair like a raccoon and a shirt that looked like it had been through a war.

I saw Jackley eating a taco at 3 AM and it was like watching a crime scene.

Jackley texted me 'im coming to school like this' and the 'like this' was a photo of a dead animal.

Jackley’s lunch bag had a sandwich that looked like it had been hit by a truck and a drink that was suspiciously green.

Jackley brought a lunch bag to school and it smelled like a garbage can in the summer.

Jackley’s lunch was so bad, the teacher took it away and gave it to the janitor.

Jackley spoke to me like I was his personal therapist and I was just there to listen to his life story.

Jackley yelled at the teacher like he was going to start a fight in the hallway.

Jackley talked to his dog like the dog was the only one who understood him.

Jackley walked through the hallway like he was leading an army and everyone else was just there to watch.

Jackley ran through the hallway screaming like he had just seen a ghost.

Jackley made the hallway look like a battlefield after he dropped his lunch and it exploded everywhere.

Jackley walked into the room like he had just escaped from a jail cell.

Jackley’s hair looked like it had been through a tornado and a fire.

Jackley’s face looked like it had been hit by a brick and a punch.

Jackley ate his lunch like it was a survival challenge and he was trying to beat the clock.

Jackley’s lunch break was like a movie scene where he was the hero and everyone else was the enemy.

Jackley took so long to eat his lunch, it looked like he was trying to survive a bear attack.