"boy don't try to front
i know just, just, what you are
boy don't try to front
i know just, just, what you are"
or
zack martin (the womanizer) tries to
swoon raven st. james (the woman)
but she can see right through
his flirtatious ways...
but sh...
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PRANKING HAD never been in the cards for Raven, so she wouldn't participate in the senior prank against Mr. Moseby, but she would watch him fly high in the sky with balloons attached to his chair as he slept.
With the senior prank out of the way, it meant that prom was next and because London was capped with running for prom queen that meant that Bailey had a chance to win and she was gunning for first place.
It meant everything to now that her and Cody had gotten back together.
She had even placed her "vote for Bailey" poster on Ms. Tutweiller's map.
"Why do you care so much about this prom queen thing?" Raven asked, "Don't you want to have fun? Or is it just the crown for you?"
Bailey turned in her seat, "I see what you're doing."
"What?"
"Pretending you don't care about being prom queen when you really do." Bailey scoffed, "You obviously read that study on how false humility appeals to voters."
"The fact that you think that I would indulge in a political stance such a prom queen is very telling of you." Raven said.
"Oh you want to make this campaign about mudslinging? Because no one slings mud like me, sister. In fact one year that was literally my job on the farm."
"Okay, ladies." Ms. Tutweiller called, "We all care about prom. I mean, after all it's the one day a year I get to dress up and look pretty, pretending my life is still full of promise and opportunity."
London laughed, "You? Look pretty? Only if you mean pretty average for a badger-faced, broken-down cat lady."
"London, I feel like our banter has lost some of its playful subtlety."
Soon, the back door of the classroom opened and Mr. Moseby walked in, his clothes disheveled as he made his way further into the room.
"It might interest you to know that after you set me adrift, I was struck by lightning, forced to land by a military helicopter, and eventually rescued by a particularly loathsome baboon." He explained, "I'll spare you the rest of the details, because after that it got really nasty. Prom is canceled!"
