I trip.
Not unusal. As usual as it was...Still hurt like a bitch. As my face becomes familiarized with the dirty lino floors of my filthy school, I hear laughter booming around me. I shut my eyes and mumble the slightest word that would make a sailor gasp. I knew exactly who the culprits were and trust me I was most definitely not looking forward to the confrontation ahead.
"Well, well, look whose tripping their way to the bottom."
"Alise, please its 8:30 in the morning on a Monday. Isn't Monday bad enough without you huffing and puffing and blowing a house down."
She looks blankly back at me and I have to restrain from rolling my eyes and knew what she exactly was about to exclaim. She proceeded to confirm my psychic abilities:
"I don't get it, agh you can't just go around yelling insults that no one gets."
To top it all off, she fucking stomped.
"How do you not get it! What kind of deprived childhood did you have?"
I couldn't help myself, I'm sarcastic by nature, I mean it would have had just as big of an effect if I would have just left it. But I have chronic foot in mouth disease, self diagnosis but never the less correct..
"Oh hunny, did daddy not love you."
You wouldn't believe what happened next, I mean I deserved it but still the slut slapped me. Could she refrain from touching me with her STI filled body?!
I'm sorry, I must sound like an A-class bitch but let me clue you in.
This charming Girl:
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Name: Alise Micheal.
Type: A - Queen Bee.
NEED TO KNOW: massive bitch over load.
Information: She belongs with, what's know as "The Posey", basically a group of year 12 girls who believe that are top shit. Alise has her Gang...within a gang...Fiona and Macy. I mean hello. 2 Sidekicks? Are we trying for a cliché? Within Alise's large gang we have the typical upright guys. You can't have a cliché without the hot athletic eye candy, duh.
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Me?
Name: Alexia (Lexi) Elizabeth Hanbridge.
Type: I'm a Class B by choice.
NEED TO KNOW: I'm a 17year old motherfucking distant sarcastic asshole on the best of days.
Information: You see I was in the A group once before it turned to shit really. I know I know, me? Class A? Its funny how far people come in a year. My best-friend doesn't push for details and that's what makes her great, Although I'm certain all my intimate details will soon be disclosed to you.
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Name: Kali Gallison
Type: B, not so much by choice.
NEED TO KNOW: Best-friend in high-school, probable for no contact afterschool (still pending my stand)
Information: My best-friend Kali, is the ultimate 'plastic' honestly, she's the most pop cultured person I've ever met. Into the whole Ariana someone and whoever else is talking to dolphins. I mean don't get me wrong, she sounds amazing but the music isn't my cup of tea. See me? I prefer the greats, 'Like Panic! at the disco', 'Cold play' and ultimately 'Hey violet' in which is my favourite band.
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I am resurfaced back to reality when I hear a collective gasp. As I turn around, directing my back to Alise, I lock eyes with a sea of a surging ocean, I too have to refrain myself from gasping and instead turn my back and walk away from the single most godlike and annoying person I've ever met.
Logan Canning.
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Name: Logan Alexander Canning.
Type: A obviously
NEED TO KNOW: We use to be best-friends. A untimely and close death hit home with us and we drifted. Now? Rivals.
Information: Asshole yet puberty was very generous to him. CAN I SAY UNFAIR?!
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You ask why I walk away and not stand there gaping like the rest of the baboon fools? Logan and I go way back. Recently? Rivals. It all has a reason of course. I mean... That's what happens when he shuts me out. We could have helped him but he refused. I'm no longer responsible for any of his actions. At least he can't blame the one person who stayed through everything only to be humiliated in front of everyone we knew.
Lets just say, I can't wait to get out of here.
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Teen FictionI can't breathe. Not the type of breathing that you physically do. Mental. You know, when you're so overwhelmed that you feel as though. You aren't getting any air. I feel that. Not today, not yesterday. But everyday. I didn't always feel this way...
