At lunch I got my crustily erect pizza and walked to Mr. Armstrong's office. As I squeaked down the hallway with my blackish-brown combat boots with violet mist laces I passed a few kids who gave me weird looks. HATERS GONNA HATE. I adjusted the bright pink swimming goggles sitting on the top of my head making sure I looked fierce af. My hot pink tutu and forrest green leggings totally match my baby blue t-shirt with yellow sequins in the shape of a square. I like squares. My bright purple eyeshadow with white eyeliner reflected on the glass walls of the hallway. Im a real catch, all the other girls need to get a sense of style.
I slowly entered Mr. Armstrong's office as I quietly sang "Tip-toeing in my jawwwdinz". I finally heard a booming voice come from the right saying "Over here, Rowdy!" He sounded excited. "Whaddaya think??" he asked. I walked in to see the small amount of hair he had pulled into pigtails.
"Fergalicious" I said making a fierce claw with my hand.
"I knew you would. I love your outfit by the way! The tutu makes it super moist."
"Moist? What a lovely adjective. And it fits the situation perfectly!" I said without a trace of sarcasm in my voice. I genuinely meant it.
"Your pizza looks rather-"
"-Erect?" I finished for him.
He chuckled slightly "yes, ereeeeeeeeeeeeect."
"Well im not eating this crap, time for my real lunch!" I happily explained as I pulled out a BBQ chicken wing out of my Hello Kitty purse along with a biscuit and some butter.
I then jostled my hair and let a few flakes of dandruff fall onto his desk, I know he'll like that.
"Well I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to join my cool kids club, currently there is one member, me, and I only want one more....." he said as he pulled out a contract.
"Nah, Im not into cliques. They're too isolating. I need to do what I want, when I want. For example, I need to be able to dig in the trashcan to find some yummy taco dip without my clique doing it too, ya know?" I stated, gathering my Hello Kitty purse as well as my plastic bag from Target, its quite the trend setter.
"Well I hope to see you again, Rowdy." Mr Armstrong whispered, obviously hurt.
"Bye!" I yelled as I ran down the hall back to the lunch room so that I could tell the janitor all about how he needs to save me a trashcan after lunch so that I can in fact get my taco dip. Hopefully Mr. Armstrong will talk to me again. Oh who am I kidding! Im perfect! Of course he'll talk to me again!"
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Heyyy so this chapter was kinda long but I hope you enjoyed it, I worked pretty hard on it :) ~Kitty
