Chapter 5
Margaret POV
As Hayley sat on her seat two rows from mine, I noticed Margaux looking at me while I started sitting down. What's her problem? Just because I get a grade a tad lower than hers, doesn't mean I'm like a virus that should be avoided. That's just so racist! Um...not racist....er...JUDGEMENTAL yes, judgemental. I jsut want to punch her really pointy nose sometimes and watch it bleed. Anyways, I can not stand her anymore.
I don't want to be to be her partner ever. Let me tell you a story about that Margaux weesle. Back in third grade, we were science partners. I really wanted to be her partner before. Because, you know, Liam Fenisse? Yeah? I just couldn't believe I was so dumb and blind. Then of course, I was an easy target. She ordered me around like crazy. She even asked me once to write the homework for her in her homework book when she could perfectly do it herself. Then I finally grew a human brain that thinks and decided to face Margaux. I googled
What to do if Margaux is mean; and
How can I be fair and square with Margaux?
But the answers were just anti-aging creams and other junk. What else? Then I finally said what answers will you get from google? You have to fight this alone without the help of anti-aging creams.
So in fourth grade, the first thing I did was march up to her in her locker and say what I wanted to say .
"Hey Margaux!"
"Oh hey Margaret. What are you doing standing twelve inches twelve inches in front of me?"
"I just want to say that you're really memean" Golly, why oh why did I have to stutter?
"Sorry?"
"Youwe weally mean. You're so possy. Why Maragaux? Fwat did I do?" turns out I was more nervous than ever.
"First, I so didn't do anything. So now can you shuffle over? I don't want to catch Malariaret!" She pushes me and sashayed down the hall, arms linked with her followers.
Oh hey, Mr. Wilkins, our english teacher walked in. Got to stop day-nightmaring.
"So perfect progressive tenses are, yes, Katie." All those tenses and etc. are just ringing in my ears. It's a miracle how I passed last year if I never ever really concentrate in class. Now all I can think of is Margaux. How cruel that devil who wears Prada is. She thinks she's so rich and famous. Screw her. Screw her! SCREW HER!! I started sweating. Forehead dripping, palms shaking, fists clenched, heart beating as fast as the Lambourghini that Margaux owns. She thinks she could just sashay whenever.
"Margaret, are you listening?" Mr. Wilkins inquires.
"Um yup Mister Wilkins. I'm good." My attention diverted to the bald head of our English teacher.
"Then why did you break you'd pencil into two?" I did that? Oh no. Attention. People are staring at me. Jocks snickering, cliche's smirking, dummies picking their noses, and cheerleaders applying a coat of pink glittery lip stick that makes them look like Madonna with the blonde Afro.
"I...I,um MARGAUUUUUUX!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, almost breaking my larynx. That's what they get for putting me under pressure. I just stand up, look at Hayley and begin to speak.
"Sir, I need to vo-" I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. No words, just a blob of oatmeal-looking substance pooling around the floor. I fainted. No one caught me, Hayley ran to my rescue but it was too late. Shutters clicking, my whoops moment would be in the newspaper, Facebook, YouTube, and anywhere that would scar me for life.
Next time I opened my lids again, I was in the hospital. My mom playing Angry Birds on her iPhone 5c , my sister brushing her tangled brown hair, my dad counting money and Hayley's and Lucas' parents gawking at my terrible family.
Margaux POV
Drama alert! Margaret screamed, vomited, went to the hospital, and totally grabbed the attention of a lot of social-network users because I just shared the incident to everyone in the campus including Maggie's BF(well I don't know if they're even gonna last once they see this sitch)
Revenge. My style. I don't think I had to do anything but glare.
Long story short. Maragret is an idiot and she's the one who gave me a low score in peer evaluation when I did 90% of the work! I even gave her A PERFECT SCORE for crying out loud. Stupid, third grade project.
So the class earned an early recess because Mr.Wilkins needed to bring Maggie here and there.
I just decided to head down to the canteen and check if Damen's there. I'm really excited about Twin Day. Even though we hardly look alike, I don't care. He's so dang popular and cute.
Guess what? When I was passing the corridor, Mr. Johnson called me into his office. He said that I had a lot of explaining to do. Like what?
"Margaux Celeste, it has come to my concern that you've been bullying Ms. Margaret Dianne. Please explain." This is the first time he has called me and it that.
"Mr. Johnson, there must have been a mistake. I don't recall having any negative affair with her."
"Is that so?"
"I'm pretty sure."
"Then, why are there nasty comments on the school blog about Ms. Margaret's little incident during recess. There's even a video."
"I totally did not put that up."
"It says that this was sent from MargauxgirlyFenisse101 iPhone 6sc"
I'm dead
"ANd we all know that you are MargauxgirlyFenisse101."
"You have charges against your position and your role as a student her e in this school."
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Yay! I updated! Sorry it took so long. I've been studying. Oh, hey, guess what I got all A's in the card! except music. Got a proficient. Grar. The lessons are to fast and it's hard to get. But whateva! So here you go itsmaname. (Aly) Pls. comment and share pleeeeease!
