Shay walked pass me today at school with the NASTIEST face. She walked up to me and tried to grab me by my shirt, but I backhanded her and she dropped to the floor. As I tried to bend down to her, she tripped me up, but I got back up and pulled off her fake little ponytail. I looked down, and she had tears in her eyes. Pshhh! You want me to feel sorry? After all the crap you put me through? I am Italy Perez, and I'm not some little pushover punk! Like, what you thought this was? I grabbed her by her fake Michael Kors purse, and threw her down the hallway. She got back up and ran towards me, but I moved and her face hit the wall. She looked up and her nose was bleeding. That was the day when I stopped trusting people.
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Teen FictionShay and Italy were the best of friends, but a snap of a finger and that relationship is done to the point where you can't even tell that there was one. Will they patch it up?
