The rain began to poor down lightly, but I hardly felt it. The highschool loomed over me as I walked through the glass doors, and stepped onto the marble floor.
Smithsman High School was run down and could use a new paint job, but it was what we had in Honaker, Virginia. The stiff, uptight principal yelled at students to hurry up to class, but I walked slowly past her, while she glared at me.
"Oh, Mabella," She cooed, smiling wickedly.
I turned, and inspected her. She had on 4 inch pumps, a tight black skirt that went to her knees, and a white blouse that pushed her boobs up.
"Yes, Mrs. Gingeryip?" I forced a smile onto my face, obviously fake.
She smiled, showing all her teeth, and said, "You know the rules, Miss Mabel."
"Actually, I wasn't aware I was breaking one," I snapped back.
She narrowed her eyes, and barked, "Hood. Off." She plastered the fake smile on her face and stared at me.
Oh. Right. My hood.
I slowly pulled the top of my hoodie down, letting my long, black hair cascade behind my back. "Thank you, Miss Mabella." I smiled, and walked off.
What a Bitch.
