I strutted into school with a small smirk playing on my lips.
“Who is she?”
“Is she new?” Asked a high pitch voice
Noooo. I’ve been here my life. Bimbo.
“She’s hot.” A guy to my left commented
I looked over at winked at him. He froze and turned bright red. I laughed and pushed the doors to the office open before walking in.
“Hey, I’m Ashlynn Thompson. I need my schedule.” I said in a bored tone
A really ugly lady looked up, “Oh, yes, the new girl. I’ll go get your schedule. You wait right there.”
Where the heck am I gonna go?! I need my schedule.
“Where am I gonna go?” I asked throwing my hands up in the air, “You know what? Don’t answer that question. Just go get my schedule. Make it quick too.”
She stared at me in shock, “You may NOT talk to me like that.”
“Just did.” I shrugged, “Now, go on little buddy. You can do. It’s just one piece of paper.”
Her mouth dropped to the floor when I shooed her away with my hand.
“Go.” I said with wide eyes
She glared before hitting a button on the phone. Who’s she calling?
“Yes, Principle Stewart. Can you please come out here?” Ugliness smirked at me
She called the effing principle! Who does that?! Don’t they know all my principles and I become besties?
I smirked back and crossed my arms over my chest, “Principles don’t scare me.”
Her smirked faltered a bit, “Hurry, please, Sir.”
She nodded and lifted her finger from the button, “The principle is coming.”
“I heard.” I nodded sarcastically, “Can I have my schedule now?” I asked impatiently
“What’s wrong her, Ms. Johnson?” A mans voice asked
I turned to it, “The problem is she won’t give me my effing schedule.”
“She is being rude. And I won’t tolerate it.” Ms. Johnson said standing up
“I’m a rude person. Deal with it.” I glared
“I will n-” Principle Stewart cut her off
“Enough. Just get her schedule. I’ll talk with her.” He rolled his eyes
Johnson huffed and walked into the back room.
“Thank you, God! She was so annoying.” I said staring at the ceiling, “And ugly.” I added with distaste
“You can not talk about staff that way.” Stewart said sternly
I turned to him, “Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t. Unless you want detention for a month I suggest you stop.” He said giving me ‘The Look’ I was so used too
“I don’t feel like taking your suggestions. Sorry.” I smiled
He sighed heavily, “Great. Another ‘bad girl’.”
“I’m not a bad girl.” I glared, “I’m a…okay, I’m a bad girl.” I sighed
Stewart shook his head and walked away. I shrugged and turned around, waiting for ugliness to come back in.
She came back in with a scowl on her face, “Here.”
