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All My Friends Are Heathens

Luna

Why why whyyyy did I do that?

Oh my god.

She was coughing blood.

She was calling out my name that she finally learned.

"Why would you ask me to do that, Faye?"

"Little bitch deserved it. She was talking about me, wasn't she?"

"And what if she wasn't? I just kicked her for no reason?"

"Pfft. Get over it."

I sighed.

"Oh no." Faye said, looking behind me.

I turned around, and to my horror I saw three people.

Sahara holding Anjelica, who was holding her stomach and limping and another teacher.

I think she was the principal...oh no.

"Which one of you did this?" The adult yelled.

Faye and I looked at each other.

"It was Luna!" She immediately pointed at me.

"Wha- I- yeah I mean I did it, but I wasn't the only one involved in this!"

Sahara shook her head.

"Faye, were you involved in this?" The adult asked.

"No, Mrs. Turner, this was all Luna." Faye said, slightly smiling.

"You lying bitch!" I screamed.

"LANGUAGE." Mrs. Turner told me.

"Sorry."

"That's it, to my office, Luna!" She pointed down the hall. "Sahara, bring Anjelica, too."

"Okay, will do."

I slumped down to the office with the others.

I looked back and Faye was smiling at me.

She mouthed, "bye bitch." as she turned around and walked away.

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"So, Angie, if you could, please tell us what happened."

She wiped her mouth and started to speak.

"Well, I was trying to warn new girl about being friends with Faye, and before I could finish, here she comes and she pushes me to the floor. Then, she tells Luna to, I guess, repeatedly kick me in the stomach." When she said the last sentence, she glared at me.

"Is this true, Luna?" Mrs. Turner asked.

I nodded. "She said if I didn't do it, she tell the whole school my secret. I thought I could trust her, I was wrong, apparently."

"Is the secret that important?" Mrs. Turner rolled her eyes.

"Yes it is, actually."

"Hmm." She said, biting down on a pen.

"You are still gonna get detention for kicking Anjelica."

"I understand."

"And so will you, Angie."

My eyes widened.

"What? Why?!"

"Just to show her around detention, that's all."

"But can't you do that?"

"Why not you? Someone she can relate to."

We both made a pfft sound.

"Fine. I'll do it." She said, reluctantly.

"Great! Get ready for detention, ladies." She smirked as she walked out of the room.

Once she did, I turned around to Angie.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Whatever, say sorry to my rib cage."

"Alright then." I slumped back down in my seat, wishing for this day to be over.

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-kisses from mo