Charlie pov I was walking down the hall when a basic blue eyed blonde bitch, an I'm not like other girls brunette, and a cringy ginger walked up to my locker.
"Um, what are you doing at my locker, freak?!" Said the basic blonde bitch. "Tell that to your friends, damn." I say
"Yeah, and where'd you get that shirt, Walmart for 5$?" She said.
Okay one thing you need to know, this was my favorite shirt.
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A humble drawing of my favorite shirt, drawn by yours truly. Yea, I make drawings of my favorite clothing items, I have an entire other notebook for it. No. I'm not the weirdo. You are.
So, yeah. If you know me, you know that I will unleash HELLFIRE upon you if you say stuff I don't like.
So I do as my social survival skills tell me.
I turned this girl into ashes.
"Actually, my dead aunt gave this to me." I say "like I care." She said. "Oh, so you don't care about car accidents." I say. "That has nothing to do with what I said. "Yeah, no. Sorry. I don't make the rules. And you might not care about my dead aunt, but you should start caring about that OUTFIT, girl, OOF." "Excuse you!? This outfit cost me 50$ per clothing item! Unlike your 10$ outfit."
"Actually, this shirt cost me 90$ and these Jean shorts cost me 50$. So, yeah."
Okay, it might not have cost THAT much but, like, sometimes you just gotta half ass it, ya know?
"Also, what did your HAIR, girl, DAMN."
She was angry for a second, then her friends whispered something in her ear. Then she grinned an evil grin.
She was so bad at evil grinning.
"Whatever. Us, the J girls, are having a party. And you're not invited."
What? I'm so confused.
"Why would I want to get invited to a party by some wannabe power-puff girls I don't even know, let alone LIKE." I shot back
"*DRAMATIC GASP* you better watch it. Mcburnt." "My last name is Johnson." I say. "Whatever. J girls. OUT."
I was so confused I felt like ending it all right there. They then went on to laugh at that annoying girl y/n.
