Paper Hearts

She Ripped Out Ma Weave!

Everyone. On. This. Bus. Can. Die
Seriously I havn't even been fully on for three seconds and already somebody tried to take of my headphones (not a smart move). So I kinda stabbed them with a penicil. Yeah. I don't have many friends. Ok so I am going to sit in an open seat...and there's one! So imma sit their and ignore everybody.

Shit Tifanny is here.

"Hey ho!" I guess she was saying to me. She is so fricking loud.
"How can you be so loud when you squeal all the time?" That refers to how she always squeals about something exciting and also about, well, sexual stuff.
"Well at least I'm not as much of a slut as your mom!"

That's it. So I grapped her hair and pulled on it and it-came out! Bloody hell!"
"TIFANNY HAS A WEAVE!"

So now she's blushing and then looks at me with a not so fun face. Like Taylor Swift when Kanye ruined her moment at the Grammy's? I think it's called?

"you bitch. YOU RIPPED OUT MY HAIR! SHE RIPPED OUT MA WEAVE! IM REPORTING YOU!"

I wave my hand at her and then realize that my chance of going to Paris could be sunk by that. Why couldn't I ignore her? Well the insult to I my mom I guess kinda pissed me off way to much. Its her fault tho. Oh Chris's bus stop now.

He's getting on. He's walking. "Can I sit here?
Shit. "Uh-uh-i-we-gah. Sure"
"Okay!" He sits down. Dafuq should I bloody do. Ummm...oh yeah we only have five minutes left so maybe I should just not talk.
"So what's your name again? I kinda forgot. Sorry."
"I'm Kara." Great reply. Was it? He won't even like me. I'm ugly and stupid and depressed and have horrible hair and style and music choice-
"You have awesome boots! Where did you get them?"
"Oh I stolllllleeeeeeeee iiiiiiiii meeeaaaan bought them. At a shop. Yeah."
"They are pretty cool."

We are at the school now. John's High School. Nobody here is normal so I fit in. Jk everybody here is self obsessed and the teachers are annoying as crap so I hate it.

"SHE RIPPED OUT MA WEAVE!" How is Tifanny so fast?
"What did you do that for?" The teacher she got said. "You are coming to the office right now!"
Shit.

So now I'm at the office and waiting for my sentence. Why does it matter I pulled out her crappy weave anyway? It isn't even a weave she just likes to say weave. Its a wig. It didn't cause her any pain.

Sitting on a bench. Alone. Missing mathematics. And now Mrs. Crockins will be pissed at me for not being there on time even if I have a slip and then she will embarrass me in front of the entire class and I will have an anxiety attack and-
"Hi" Chris
"Hi"
"Why are you here?"
"I pulled off Tifannys wig. "
"Ha. That's funny. I mean not that you're in trouble but that you like...uh"
"Yeah I get you."
"Odds on you doing it again?"
"Yes the odds are definitely on. What are you doing here?"
"Oh I kinda punched that freak Sam."
Sam is my best friend. So I am not very happy with Chris right now.
"Oh"

We wait a little longer and then "Kara S."
"Yes." I reply calmly.
"You have to apologize to Tifanny and you have to go to detention after school on Wednesday"
"Okay"
And then i walk away...
"You need to apologize"
Tifanny comes out and has made her wig look even worse and is now making a puppy face to get empathy.

"Sorry. Good bye now." And then I walk away and go to math which should be called meth because it makes me want to rip off my own skin.