Pick Your Poison

02 False Starts and True Intentions

"There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face"

"Oh I apologize please forgive me, I'm Ivy Harrison. I'm new to this area and I like to go to the gun range although I prefer moving targets." I said in a twisted sort of way.

"Alright thank you miss Harrison, so Today all were going to do...........

I drowned him out because of his annoying monotonous voice so bland and pedestrian it made me gag.

Looking over at, Did I even catch her name? "Hey, what's your name?" I whispered over to the peppy girl that helped me this morning.

"Its Samantha, Samantha Evans." She whispered back. How in the hell are you still peppy in a whisper? I don't even know. This bitch hella annoying but she might be one of them so imma chill out. For now.

"Nice to officially meet yo-"Ah miss Harrison talking already I see. And you? Miss Evans I didn't think you to be the talkative type. Would you mind telling the class what was so interesting?" Mr. Watson said in an amused voice.

Oh so something's funny? Bet that rangatang lookin' ass ain't gon be laughin' when he my movin' target. Imma get his ass and that lil sit on my ass all day secretary.

Calm down, we gotta play a good little student anyway.

I would yell at you but these pills we on making me calmer than usual, but that still don't mean we gotta play nice with these krabby patty ass teachers.

Look, Samantha is a goody goody so you know she won't wanna hang out with someone who gets in trouble and talking back to teachers is a quick way to get in trouble. We need her. If we don't have her he won't be happy and if he's not happy then we don't get our money. If we don't get our money EVERYBODY dies.

Aight man imma chill out. For now.

"We're waiting" ha taunted with a grin on his wrinkled face which added the aged look he had.

Just breathe Ivy breathe. Don't smack the shit out of'em just breathe.