Like an a*****e, hear me to this b***h bottle blonde who went right in my face and started talking s**t about me being a slut. A ho. Manstealer. She has nerve to call me that???!! I never hurt and I barely
know the anorexic timebomb. I sat there hanging my mouth open
because of the words that should've NEVER came from her mouth. All because I was partnered with her boytoy Damien Mutsra, the most popular football jock meathead in my school. Anyway he wasn't the brightest to begin with. They could run of to Land Of ScrewsForBrains for all I care.
Here's how it went:
"Hey Damien", I said casually walking in the Spring breeze. I held my lunchtray with a hamburger and french fries with a side of tossed ceasar salad. School meal. "Hey Brainy, what's up?" Brainy? "It's Brandy,
not to be rude though." Damien crossed me before. So as we talked about our Biology Project, something hit me in the back my head. It felt
light and hard. It didn't hurt but it did annoy me. I turn around and see
a crowd of teenagers. I couldn't anyone so I just forgot about it and turned around while at that Damien had a curious look on his face.
I got very silent until I began to open my mouth.
"I think someone threw"-an interruption occured. Once again I was hit in the back of the head and heard a bunch of girls laughing. I turned quickly around and saw them pionting and laughing at me. On their
table they had a pile of napkins and notebook papers. I glared and turned away as if I had no spine at all. In which I didn't anyway.
Damien looked at me again and then towards his girlfriend that was bothering me. Gina Pandores. Cheerleader. #1 Gossip. Rich. Lives in a
suburban mansion like a royal b***h that she is. Gloats about whatever
and only cares for herself and her looks. Her posse were followers I felt sorry for. They were just like her. She doesn't ever bother me...until now.
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