EMILY'S POV
"It turns out my dad was going to cancel the plans" My mother murmured through the phone."what do you mean?" I replied curiously."We are staying here for another two months" my mom sighed out, quite disappointed.i rejoiced, hanging up on my mom, I get to stay with my friends yusss.
I walked through the halls, eyeing the whore, her stomach is quite big, now we can really say that she has the Bass.
"Hey Em" a voice said behind me. I turned around seeing Albert and Tara, holding hands.
"Um, hi" I replied back, arching an eyebrow. I guess they were perfect for each other, which made me jealous, I didn't even have a love life, well I think I haven't.
"Did you notice the whore's stomach, its bigger than her ego!and that's quite impossible" The ginger pointed out, giggling at his own phase.
"Do you think she's Preggers?" I said, putting my hair into a bun.
"I bet this isn't the first time" Tara remarked harshly, but her face lightened up out of no where.
"WHO DO YOU THINK THE FATHER IS" She screamed out in excitement. It had been three months, and Travis and I barely even communicate, because of *gulps* whorie, wait is Travis the father?
"I think its Mr.Badboy himself, Travis Anderson" Albert blurted out, still groping Tara's hand.
Our conversation was stopped by yelling, It was coming from the outside. We looked out the hallway window seeing one of the stained polo men from the first day strangling Lateisha. The principal ran down the hallway along with Mrs.Herndon, our Economics teacher.
"We have to help Lateisha" Tara said running out the doors, Albert and I followed the brunette, panting as doing so. I wanted to kick these guy's ass for calling me bitch. Now let us see what this 'bitch' can do.
We pushed the principal out of the way, making her squeal and fall to the ground, #notafraid.
''LATEISHA'' I screamed, getting my brush out of my bag. Tara ran towards the man, jumping on him. Albert took out his phone videotaping the fight. I raised the brush, swinging at the man.
"WHO'S THE BITCH NOW" I screamed, kicking the guy. Lateisha then helped punching the man, this can be a way I can 'connect' with this ghetto ass bitch.
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Omfg, I haven't updated for like 87364725678496275674865 years. Well here it is, an update, this story sucks and so does my life. I like chips
~Jack
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Why the Bass?
Teen FictionJoin Emily as she explores the depths of Monzano High School with her own group of Freshmen trying to survive their first year in her new high school.( School girl crushes and more. ) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ {Warning: Inappropriate Language} All Rights Reserve...
