It's the Nobel prize, not the noble prize, lmfao.
Basix, what’s your biggest accomplishment?


A breezy boo.
My swexy McKayla.
My eternal sunshine Ari.
Little sis hazel.
My cry-creamy Val.
Ooey gooey sruey.
Jelly belly Ellie.
Bae pixie.
Lovey dovey.
There’s more, but I wouldn’t want to waste my whole life on this post.

A breezy boo.
My swexy McKayla.
My eternal sunshine Ari.
Little sis hazel.
My cry-creamy Val.
Ooey gooey sruey.
Jelly belly Ellie.
Bae pixie.
Lovey dovey.
There’s more, but I wouldn’t want to waste my whole life on this post.
Ari's THIRD on your list? How the mighty have fallen.
It’s the middle of 2nd grade. I’m keeping my grades up, learning to add and subtract numbers. It took me a while to add a “1” to the top of the next digit when they added to over 10. Whatever, that’s not the point. I’m walking to gym, excited to be playing soccer today. I do my many useless stretches, and it’s time to play. I have to watch a few groups before me, counting down the multiple 5 minute timers on the wall. Finally, it’s my turn for my group to go. I’ve got a few friends of mine, that are very good at soccer. A kid I don’t recognize gives me a penny jersey. It was yellow. And it smelled very bad, I remember that. We have a very good group, against a group of scrubs. Time to dominate, we said. And it was my time to shine. They put a 5 minute timer on the wall, and we kick off. The soccer ball is very light, and is made of a material that can’t hurt anyone. I can kick it very hard, and very far. We’re playing really well, and scoring frequently. But unluckily for us, there’s only a minute left on the clock. I go for a header, failing miserably. My friend Dylan is there to score the rebound. 20 seconds left. They kick off, with 8 seconds left. My friend takes the ball to the corner, accidentally passing to the other team. 3 seconds left. The other team, already given up, waiting for the clock to run out, kicks the ball to me. 2 seconds left. I’m far back, defending our net. A whole full court away from the other team’s goal. I kick the ball as hard as I can, for the fun of it. But… this is how I rose to fame. The ball swished into the other team’s basketball hoop. A full court away from where I had kicked from. The buzzer sounds, as the ball swishes through the net. Everyone screams. Even my gym teacher that hates her job looks up from her phone, amazed. It was now that I would blow a kiss to the women in the gym. They all blushed aggressively, and they called me “swexy” for the very first time. Everyone lifted me up, cheering, “basix, basix, basix”. Nobody cared about the rest of groups. I was a celebrity. People brought me gifts, my favorite drinks, cheesecake, anything. Girls started asking me out, even though we were in second grade. On the news, the story was “basix kicks a ball from the Opponents half of the field in the basketball hoop.” The next day, I was presented with a ceremony for my amazing shot. They gave me a crown, that they made me wear for many weeks. They gave me a certificate, saying “to our hero, basix”. This fame went on for a few weeks, before we continued with gym class. The next month, I was presented with a surprise. I had been invited to Washington DC to meet the president, and he presented me with the official noble peace prize. But it was a secret, and he said that I couldn’t tell anyone that I had earned the real prize. They fakely gave it to the “ICAN”, for abolishing nuclear weapons. But that was all fake. I was presented with a “basix’s swexy soccer shot” day, which is celebrated on September 27th every year, the same day I made this amazing accomplishment. Every year, at 2:41 pm central time , it is customary to say “happy basixTheSwexy day”, and enjoy a cheesecake and sparkling water. It’s been 7 years since this happened, and I’m still congratulated every day by many people. People send me pms asking how I did it, and that I’m their hero. I have 27 million instagram followers. The school eventually went to the cameras, and they watch it all the time. My elementary is famous because of it. Women message me every day wanting to date me. Celebrities add me on my socials. And, it feels good. So, that’s all. That’s my biggest accomplishment. I have my penny in a display case, remembering the good times in second grade. Thanks for reading, everyone.