"I'm tired."
"Take a nap."
"But I have homework."
"Take a nap."
"..."
"..."
"Some of us actually have to do homework."
"Some of us actually don't give a fuck."
"You're awfully chipper today."
"Eh. I've been better."
"What's up?"
"This bitch made fun of me today during PE, so I punched her. And then I got in trouble."
"Morgan, you can't just punch everyone who displeases you!"
"Watch me."
"Violence is not the answer."
"You say that now."
"I will always say that."
"You're fucking lame. Anyways, I got suspended for three days, which is fucking shit, because this bitch has literally gotten in other fights and she's never been suspended, but break that girl's nose once..."
"You broke her nose???"
"What did you expect? Go big or go home."
"But you did go home. You're stuck at home for three days."
"I'll just go out and chill or whatever the fuck I want to do. How's the boy toy? Still complaining about AP classes?"
"Boy t- oh, you mean Michael, my boyfriend? He's doing well. Still complaining about his damn AP classes and being a pain in my ass some days, but yeah."
"Mm. I see. Oh, wait, I gotta go. Sorry. Bye."
"Bye."
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Short StoryA story of conversations between two girls in which they exchange witty conversations, secrets, and find themselves. "Hey, this is Morgan. So I'm going to need-" "Um, I don't know a Morgan." "Isn't this Angie?" "No, it's Parker." "Well, this is aw...
