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What do you feel in cloud nine? I don’t know either. Ecstasy maybe? I’m not sure. Now maybe you’re wondering, why haven’t a teenager, like me, not know the feeling in cloud nine? Because I have more important things to do like my studies, my part-time job at Shelby’s dinner, and family-related problems. I don’t even know why that thought crossed my mind. Or maybe just because of one particular person who rubs it on others faces.
Mindy Roberts (aka. Royal Bitchiness), the head cheerleader of Elmore High, typical American look with her blonde hair and blue eyes, girlfriend of the scum sucking leech, flirts with every guy she sees and has the genes of a two-faced baboon with Botox butt cheeks. Oh, did I mention she’s the daughter of two most influential people in our town; and supplies the needs of the hospital my parents manages? Talk about shitty messed-up lives.
My friend and I entered the classroom to find no Mrs. Romero checking attendance, no substitute teacher, but a baboon molesting my seat with her butt. Ugh, note to self, disinfect my table and chair with alcohol or simply switch them with my seatmate.
I walk over to my assigned seat with my best friend trailing behind me, and interrupt Ms. Roberts and her cronies’, Sasha and Nicole, make-up conversation.
“Umm…excuse me, Mindy, this is my seat.” I honestly informed her.
They kept on chattering like they were oblivious to my presence.
“Ahem.” Keanne added
No. Nothing. Nada. No response from them. It’s like we’re invisible to their eye. Well, that’s just how they treat other people bellow the status quo. All of us at this school is used to it but not the new students or the bullied people. I pity them and now I pity Mindy; if she won’t move i’ll be forced to do something I’ll regret.
“This is my seat you’re sitting on.” I said, tapping her shoulder.
“So what.” she snapped, glaring at me. “It doesn’t have your name on it.”
Who cares if there’s a name!? It’s my place, my chair, has been for two weeks since school started. How come she doesn’t know? I forgot, she never knows stuff other than herself. Narcissistic pig.
Keanne starts whispering obscene words about her and her ungrateful minions. While I am controlling myself not to say anything I’m going to regret.
Apparently not. “It does have your pathetic nails and flat butt on it.” I retaliated. “I pity my table.” Suck it bitch.
People around us snicker, Keanne coughs trying not to laugh, Sasha and Nicole gasps and Mindy gives Keanne and I a murderous stare.
“Your insolent comment can’t affect me. But my parents will and they won’t hesitate to tell your parents. After all you need us.” Mindy informed, looking smug.
And the crowd goes wild around us with their ‘oohss’ and ‘ahhs’.
“You do know we, my parents, hired you. Right? Or were you not informed correctly. We’re the employer and you’re the---look I just want my seat back so let’s forget this ever happen. Ok?” I said, ending the argument. If this didn’t end sooner, there would be a major cat fight and gossip would spread again. Then we get in trouble and the office would involve our parents. Not good, I tell you.
“What if I don’t want to move?” Mindy replied.
“I’ll make you stand.” a voice said behind me. Oh shit, who is it this time? I turn around to face the guy who is loved by everyone but hated by me. Carter.
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Sunshine and City lights
Teen FictionTo think she’s got everything, she actually doesn’t. Millicent Anne Tisdale, daughter of the most respect doctors in the suburbs of Chicago, undergoes the drama of high school. We all do. Let’s say it’s much more dramatic than usual. Or maybe not...
