Bullies

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Tiffany's POV

"Oi you little bitch!!" Oh for goodness sake, Sasha again. "I'm talkin to you, you ignorant whore!" She yelled, pushing me to the ground.

"Yeah Sasha, beat her ass!" Her little minions chanted. There's a group of bullies: Sasha, Alesa and Megan. And oh do I hate them, well, everyone hates them. But everyone is too scared to say anything to them, in case they get beat up.

"Excuse me you little spaz, are you ignoring me?!" She asked, towering over me. Might I add that Sasha is 17 and I'm 15, and I know we seem to old to be in am orphanage, but that's just how life is.

"You know what Sasha?" I asked standing up, and getting all up in her face. "I am sick to death of you pushing me around, you think you run this place. Well news flash, you don't! You are just another kid nobody wants, and no wonder. You are a spoiled brat who thinks she can have what she wants when she wants, and by the way, no parent wants a bully." I spit harshly. She looks at me, her eyes basically on fire, and slaps me. I act suprised so she'll look away, and then I backhand her, I guess it didn't help her face that I was wearing my amethyst ring.

"You, y-you hit m-me.." She stuttered, holding her mouth, which my ring had cut.

"Yeah she did, what are you and your posse of fake bitches gonna do?" Daya asked strolling towards me, and resting one of her arms on my shoulder, Daya's 16 so she's more cocky and more cussing friendly than me.

"Ugh, go away GHANDI!" Alesa yelled, mocking Daya because she's Indian.

"Oh bitch you just hurt yourself, talk to me or her like you just did and you gonna get BEAT!" Daya yelled, lunging at Alesa. Ripping at bit of her hair out, and giving her a broken nose!

"Dayanara Diaz, tell me I did not just witness you break another students nose!!" Our headmistress, Miss Flores, yelled. Oh no, I'm gonna get in trouble for being with her!!

"You three! Sasha Gonzalez, Alesa Clark and Megan Dalhberg, what happened?"

"Well Miss Flores, I was talking too Tiffany and Dayanara suddenly came over and started hitting Alesa. I have no clue why!" Sasha purred innocently, I really hate her guts.

"Well then, Tiffany Botsford and Dayanara Diaz can come with me to my office." Miss Flores said, for goodness sake!!

"But Miss-" She cut me off, quite rudely actually. "I don't want to hear it Tiffany, I have come to the conclution that you and Dayanara will not participate in adoption day."

"Ok Aleida, that is not fair. Tiffany has nothing to do with this!" Daya yelled at her, I didn't know Miss Flores' real name was Aleida. Interesting.

"Dayanara I would advise you call me by my last name, just because you know my first name doesn't mean you can use it. But Tiffany was involved so she will not participate I'm adoption day, neither of you will." I started crying lightly.

"But Al- I mean Miss, Sasha's lying!" Daya argued, Miss Flores raised her eyebrows and tilted down her glasses.

"Dayanara, Sasha is our most well behaved child so far. Why would she lie?" Miss questioned, putting her hands on her hips. I tried holding my tongue, but The Girl Gang (Sasha's gang name) had bullied me and everyone else for a long time.

"Because she's a bully!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, causing everyone to look at me. "What , are you gonna say I'm a liar too Miss? I'm also one of the best students, so why would I lie?"

"Um, I-I.." Aleida started stuttering.

"What you saw was Daya defending me and herself, Alesa was being racist and Sasha was pushing and hitting me. I hit Sasha back and Daya came to congratulate me, Alesa told her to shut up and called her Ghandi, who like herself is Indian. She was only defending me and herself Miss." Aleida looked lost for works, she quickly turned to face The Girl Gang with smoke practically coming out of her ears.

"Sasha Gonzalez, Alesa Clark and Megan Dahlberg, is this true?" Aleida asked them, to which they didn't respond. "Well then, I suppose it's you three who won't be taking part tomorrow."

Yes, justice is served!!!

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