"Wait why can't I back out?" I exclaim in exaggerated despair.
"Cuz you'd get a fine, which you can't afford,"Jason had the gall to smirk.
I cry out in anguish, "My friends hate me!"
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It's last period and I'm crying in frustration. Not really. I could be, though. I can't handle these numbers! I swear, I should still be in eighth grade.
I hear footsteps in the otherwise quiet classroom, and glance up. Marcy Adams, the class's clumsiest girl (other than myself) walks up to Mr. Darwin with her hands clutching something. "Can I use the bathroom?" She tries to whisper discreetly when it's obvious that it's impossible in this quietness.
"Whatever," He answers. Marcy sighs in relief and walks to the door. "Wait a minute, missy, What is that you're holding?"
Marcy visibly pales,"Um, nothing Sir."
"It's something if you're hiding it. Is it drugs? A snack? Hmmm?" He inquires, leaning himself against the desk. I think he fancies himself to be an investigator.
"Show me, now" He orders. Her hands shake as she shows the whole class a bright pink item. It's a pad! Poor girl!
"It's a snack, I knew it!" Darwin concludes excitedly.
The whole class bursts into laughter as Marcy gulps,"No, Sir, it's actually for feminine needs."
I find myself smirking as I hear 'feminine needs'. "Wait, why am I smirking?!" I exclaim to Jason.
"You're secretly of the male species," Jason grins, joking.
I clearly don't get it as I grab my boobs in earnest, "Wait what? I have boobs!" I exclaim.
"Yeah, clearly," Matthew, one of Jason's perverted friends, grins. I hit him on the back of his head and grumble profanities.
We spend the last minutes of class explaining what 'feminine needs' are to Mr. Darwin.
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Sam and I exit the gates of Hell to almost be sprayed with spit. Jason and Matthew are having a spitting contest. Cam is filming the whole thing while chuckling at his idiotic friends. They're seeing who can make the biggest spit cloud.
"I want in!" I exclaim wildly as I throw my bag to the ground.
"Like this," Matthew starts to teach me his spitting skills. Before I get to jump in, a clawed hand stops me.
"Honey," Sam begins while raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow,"We're ladies, remember?" I look up to see her scolding expression, then pout as she drags me away.
"Now, to start with the contest thingy. I'm thinking that we want a video sorta thingy, so we need a geek to help us with that," Sam starts off as we round the school building to the Tech Facility,"I've found one that is'nt that annoying. Her name is Denise-oh hey Denise!"
I look to where she's excitedly waving to see a really pretty girl. She's got the bronze skin, tight curls, and full everything. "Dayyummmm," I quietly appreciate. I'm straight, but there are those of the same gender that you have to admit are hot. And she is. She walks up to us and was generally sweet throughout the whole conversation. The only thing not sweet about her is her breath. Omygod-it-smells-like-onions.
We finally finish, and walk back home. When we're finally rid of Denise, we both exclaim," HER BREATH." And then we have a whole conversation about the severity of it's killing qualities. At least we did something today.
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AN: FINALLY YAS! LOL COURTNEY, YA SEE THE TITLE?? THANKS FOR READING! PLEASE COMMENT AND HIT THE STAR! DENISE >>>>>>
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Подростковая литература"Five minutes!" Jason's shoulders hunched in front of the wheel, total concentration taking over his features. "Four minutes!" I heard his foot slam down on the gas pedal. "Three minutes!" I was sounding desperate. I had gone through too much to giv...
