We arrive on time. Arlene starts on our case today. "Good Afternoon," I say. Arlene watches me all mean like. I return the favor. "Good Afternoon who? What is my name??" She demands. "Your name is arlene," I say like she is the dumbest person in the world. She says, "Say good afternoon!" I say good afternoon again, but slowly. She says, "good afternoon, who, the cats mother?" She says, and seeing my dad coming to meet us, adds a laugh. I say, "Good Afternoon" and add, "I never called you 'she'"
Rissy gets there a little late, but Sergio gets there early as well as Dyani and Breanna. Trinity TV films as we prepare ourselves and as some people wrap themselves in sheets as Jew costumes from early Anno Domini. Then we catch sight of Twirler. She has shortish black hair and constantly twirls it looking for male attention. She likes Sergio. (Haha!! Serves him RIGHT!) Rissy and I, having had a run in with her previously waste no time in sharing her history. Rissy also warns her brother to keep away from her and starts gossiping. I think Twirler notices us gossiping and knows what were saying. Other Youth Groups are also making fun of her. Zhyon, Naim, Sarah, Sharissa, Dyani, Sergio and I endlessly laugh about her. Suddenly a drone camera hovers near us. We all simultaneously thrust our pinkies up and yell, "SQUAD!!!!!!". Twirler jealously eyes us. She sits right behind us. As soon as she gets near, we move away. She follows us all night.
Later that night we sit on a little ledge on the floor chatting when suddenly we are squirted with water. We look up to see Johnathan smirking at us. The group of us minus Jayna grab waters and pierce holes in the cover. I squirt Jonathan who squirts me back. He sneaks up behind me and empties the rest of the bottle of water on my tee. I follow him as he is running and do just that. The whole class is in an uproar as we squirt each other. On purpose, some of us squirt Pat. She turns around and walks up to the cluster of us. We hide our bottles behind our backs. I drop mine as she attempts to catch me with one. Luckily my shirt was purple and it was night, so she couldn't tell I was ABSOLUTELY SOAKED. What a missed opportunity for her to make me look bad behaved and to tell my parents....who would do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING....except maybe laugh. Haha! #Twirler
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