My M8s

Acid Trip Part 1

The cool thing about having a teacher that just absolutely does not give a shit is that I can do whatever I want. I knew that the acid wouldn't kill Kyle, he's a werewolf. But it would give him severe tummy pains. Haha, I'm a bitch ;)

His eyes widened to the size of paltes and he cried out in pain. He looked at me like a puppy and I smirked.

"Mrs. KYll! Hailey tried to kill me! She poured acid down my throat!" He screamed, but it was more of a rasp, all thanks to me.

Mrs. KYll looked over at us, a cigarette hanging from her mouth. She took a long drag before blowing it out and removing the cigarette.

"Well done, Kylie. Everyone, Kylie gets an A for proper use of acid. Come up here, Kylie," she called, her voice a proper rasp and i grinned at Kyle before patting his romance rod. I was the main hoe of this sküle, and I knew how to run it. Kyle was on my list. No one wanted to be on my list. I went to the front of the class and Mrs. KYll held out the box of cigs to me. I took one and she lit it for me. I took a drag before I winked at Kyle. He was such a hoe. But he was my hoe. I blew it out and grinned at Mrs. Kyll.

"Kill bitches," she said as she blew out smoke.

"Take money," I completed the phrase before I approached Kyle. I smirked at him and he scowled at me. I blew cigarette smoke in his face and he coughed. He took my cigarette and threw it in the acid.

"What the hell?" I asked. That was a perfectly good cigarette!

"Nobody disrespects me and gets away with it, bitch," he growled and I rolled my eyes before I hopped up on the lab table.

"Come on. You're such a dick. I mean, really. Just because you're an alpha, doesn't mean you're hot shit. Chill. Smoke a cig. Stop being a cliche." I rolled my eyes at him and picked at my nails. Honestly, he wasn't worth my time. Then, All of a suddenly, suddenly, I felt a hand around my throat and I was lifted off the lab table.

"Show some respect, bitch," His voice sounded demonic as my legs kicked helplessly. I clawed at his hand and struggled for air, but he squeezed tighter.

"No mate of mine will disrespect me," He snarled and then he dropped me to the ground.

"Fuck you," I coughed. He wasn't my mate. That's bull shit. I don't need a mate, I have my daddies.

"SHING A LING A MING A DONG SHRONG A LING A LONG A BONG FRICKEN DING FUCKEN DONG FANG FRING A RING!" Went the bell and i narrowed my eyes at Kyle. I promised myself that I would make him regret his life for the rest of his life. I kicked him sharply in the dick and he collapsed. I flipped him off before I turned and walked out of the classroom. I went to my locker and put my chemisery book in it. I slammed it shut and was pushed up against it.

"Hey there, babe," it was mother fricken Kyle again. How did he get here so fast?

"Get the hell off of me!" I demanded as I shoved him. Hmm, thats strange. I could've sworn his shirt had been blue. But now it was striped yellow. I'm really confused. How does he change so fast and why is that necessary?

"Mate, you know how we feel about disrespect," He smirked at me and i reached in my locker. Thank me it was open. I grabbed my diamond rings i kept in it and put them on my fingers before i backhanded him across the face. I cut his lip and got blood all over my diamonds.

"Why did you do that?!" He screamed as i took off my diamond rings and threw them in my locker again.

"Because you're a tool. I suck you off in the woods and you don't even bother to remember my name? Who do you think you are?!" I screeched a few guys whistled. I didn't care. I'd already sucked half of them off already.

"There's a forest around here?" He asked with shock and i put my hand through my face. Why was everyone here so stupid?

I shoved past him, not even caring that my locker was open. No one would bother to take my stuff, they knew that I was the top bitch in this sküle. I went to my math class. I was a teacher there. Everyone in this sküle knew how smart i was so they let me teach the class. I'm just that good. I was in charge of teaching Trinometry IV. I'm just that good.

When I got there, fucking Kyle was sitting in my teacher's rolly chair. He was wearing a purple shirt. How?!

"Do you wanna fight?!" I hollered at him and he spun around. It was Kyle.

"Oh, you must be Ms. Kyler!" He exclaimed and he stood up with his hand extended.

"Now you bother to remember my name!" I shouted incredulously shouted.

He looked confused and I rolled my purple eyes. Everyone here was so freaking stupid. I am superior to all of them. I even suck dick better than them.

"BRING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A RING A DING!!!" Went the bell and I faced my class of four kids.

"Holy shit..." I muttered. They were all Kyle. I stumbled from my podium, ribbing my eyes. Was the dick too bomb? Was I seeing things? I felt like the room was tilting at a tilt. Why were there so many Kyles? How had I not noticed? What the heck?

"KYLE!!!" I screamed at them and they all stood up to approach me. They all had 31 packs and Justin bieber hair. They were hot but I was hotter. I bet I sucked dick better than them.

"How many of me are you seeing?" The one in the blue shirt asked.

"Four!" And then I passed out.

I got right back up and started teaching. I think the classroom was empty, but I was too out of it to care. I still got paid to play teacher.

When the class ended, I left and I went to my house. It had been a long day and i was tired. and I also needed to take a shit. However, my shitting was delayed when I couldn't get the door open. Something was blocking it.

"Daddy! This isn't funny!" I hollered as i tried to force the door open. I heard a crack and I was able to open the door enough for me to squeeze in. For some reason, someone had decided to repaint the floor red. My parents as so dumb. Like, red is such a bad color to use for decorating.

I rolled my eyes and went up to the bathroom. In the middle of shitting, I noticed a red hand print on the bathroom door. If they were going to paint, you think they'd be more careful about it. Where was Phered, anyways?

I noticed more handprints on the shower curtain and i pulled it back to see a horrid scene. There were two stump legs in the shower! What the hell?! They were Steve's legs!

Noooo! My daddy! I halted my shit to look for the rest of him Maybe he was still alive. I shuffled around the house with my pants around my ankles.

"Daddy?!" I called as i passed through the hallway and into my room. Written on my wall, in probably red paint, was Moon Goddess.