You Can Count on Me

Introducing, the spawn of satan

"Over here are the science labs, oh and over there is where the 8th graders go to make out." I say

May just looks at me like I'm crazy, and I can't help but start laughing.

"I'm just joking," I manage to get out between laughs, "how would I know!?"

She gets this relieved look on her face, and it makes me laugh harder because she actually believed that me, a 6th grader who hasn't even talked to a boy, would know that kind of stuff.

"Well, anyways here are the lockers, yours is probably in here somewhere. Now since you came here in the middle of the year, you get to choose your own locker."

I immediately get jealous because my locker is on the very bottom, and it's number is 69, I mean come on!!! Everyone wants to laugh at the girl with no friends and the 69 locker. Plus once when I bent over, the mean girl of the school, her name is Victoria, stepped on me, boy isn't she lucky!! She's got this beautiful name, and I'm stuck here with flat, thin, brown hair and a curve less body.

"Hey, are you okay?" I suddenly come out of my rage daydream, to see may looking at me like I had just barfed up a seal. (I have a weird imagination)

"Yeah I'm cool." I tell her

"Oh look, the little baby found a little baby friend! Oh how cute!! Look at the little babies play!!"I hear a familiar voice say

Authors note

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, the locker thing actually related to when I was in 6th grade, my locker literally didn't have a number on it!!

At least I didn't have any trouble finding it, 😂😂

Well, byeee I don't know when I'll update next, so see ya!!

Bye😘😘😘