Just Another Story

The Beginning

 After a long day of school, filled with many exams, Cara Thompson decided to go to the fields and chill. When she was nearly at her house, she saw a group of mean girls. They were the bitchiest people you could ever meet. Cara decided to walk a different way when the main bitch spoke with a pathetic attempt at a British accent.

"Cheerio, good day ain't it mate. Bet you're not used to it Miss England. How's the prostitute business going back in Slutland?" 

All her fellow bitch sidechicks started cackling. 

Cara's POV:

I hate them so much. I never knew it was possible to despise someone as much as this. She deserves everything she's going to get. This happens every fucking day, and I'm not going to stand for it anymore. I bet under all that makeup Haley is  really a wrinkly, ugly hag. 

Haley's POV:

Why doesn't this fuckbag just go back to Slutland. No-one will miss her. What would happen in I provoked her even more?

" Omg, are you pregnant or just fat? Well, it could be that you ate too many crumpets or you're just simply a slut." 

Again, her stupid sidekicks began to laugh.

Cara clenched her fists and her face turned red. She gritted her teeth. Cara had had enough of this. She slowly walked up to her and said:

"Lights out Princess" Before punching her. 

Cara's knuckles hurt and were bright red. She ran off, trying to lose the side chicks that were chasing after her. They were wearing high heels so there's no chance that they would catch her. She took a sharp turn and lost them. 

Cara knew that if she went home, she'd be in unimaginable trouble. So she stuck to her original plan and went to the fields. Cara was walking really fast when she tripped over a football.

(Well, it's called a football in England, and a soccor ball in America, which is really unusual because in America, footballs are rugby balls. That's really stupid because FOOTball. You don't kick around an eggball). 

Anyway, Cara's eyes began to swell up and tears ran down her cheeks. She never usually cries, so she began to cry some more. 

Cara's POV:

I wasn't crying because I had hurt myself, I was crying because of the hurtful things Demi said. I leaned against a tree and two boys came running up. I must be mad because I'm seeing double. They were both talking over eachother and I couldn't understand most of what they were saying. I stood puns said I  was fine. Which to  a certain extent I was. I wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve. I've embarrassed myself.  It turns out I'm not going mad because they're twins. What were the chances of that.  They apologised and introduced themselves:

"Hello I'm David"

"Hey, I'm Dillon" 

"I'm Cara" I said whilst shaking their hands.