It was November 3rd and we were at lunch. Me and Miles had different lunch periods. I had 5th period lunch and he had 3rd period lunch. Anyway, me and Cathy were at lunch together sharing a Subway footlong.
"What kind of meat did you get put on this sub? It's so good!"
"It's Buffalo chicken."
"We gotta get this more often, Cathy."
"So, you think evil Danny will recover from her knock out?"
"She did. I seen her in the hallway this morning."
Just when Cathy brought up the devil, she cam walking in the lunchroom with a knot on her head. She was wearing no makeup looking like the grim reaper himself. Her skin was paler than mine and she had bags under her eyes with severe acne. Oh shiznit she was ugly. She saw me and Cathy and she approached us quickly.
"Oh no, here comes the devil. Keep your hands to yourself, Cathy."
"No promises."
"Whale and slut."
"Excuse me, we have names."
"Oh yeah I forgot. Chris the whale and Cathy the slut."
"You look like the grim reaper. It feels good to know my own blood sister did that knot on your head, biyatch."
"Leave Miles alone he doesn't like you."
"What?"
"He doesn't even claim you. He says you guys are just friends. Leave him alone he's mine. Go get your own man....never mind guys don't dig whales."
Me and Cathy had our mouths wide open looking at each other. Cathy was clinching her fist trying to hold it down. My face was tomato red and my breathing was heavy. I just wanted to reach across the table and pick her up by her cheap clip ins.
"Want another knot on your head?"
"You're not gonna do anything. Shut up and go cry in the bathroom like you've been doing all the time. Miles is mine, he told me to tell you that you two are over and he doesn't wanna be with you anymore."
"I have no words for ignorance. Dismissed, peasant."
"Watch, Miles is gonna break your heart and get back with me. I have a perfect body, unlike you. I'm not a slut, unlike you, Cathy. I have perfect hair, eyes, and I'm every guy's wet dream. So bye."
"You have eye bags, acne, your eyes without the makeup look like little slits, you are as pale as the grim reaper and you have parenthesis around your mouth. Your roots need some serious touching up, you hair is so broke off and and fragile and your voice sounds like a valley girl mixed with a sick dog. Plus, you have a super messy attitude. Close your mouth it smells like the crap you talk. I don't think your any guy's wet dreams sweet heart. Maybe the desperate nerds, but most definitely, not a HALF way decent guy would touch you with a ten foot pole. Bye, Felicia.
"Dam, Chris I didn't know you had it in you."
"UGH! Stupid sluts."
Then Devil walked away whipping her thin, broke off hair from using that blonde hair dye too much. Cathy then laughed and begun to mock her. I didn't know I could do that. I just burned her so bad. Pointed out all her little flaws she think she doesn't have. But, back to what she said about Miles.

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Fall like Dominoes
Teen FictionChristina "Chris" Fenly is a 16 year old high school junior. Unlike her friends, she has never had a boyfriend. Popular boy,whom girls fall like dominoes over, Miles Lucas seems like he takes a fancy to her. As she tries to shrug it off, thinking Mi...