Suspension I feel really sucks.
I didn't really think about the consequences until I was cooped up all alone in my own little world under the covers which I had freshly washed. I had alot of time to myself.
A little too much in the words of Shawn Mendes.
One simple punch was enough to ruin my life. Okay, I gave alot of punches but that's not the point. I let Sophia Jordan ruin my life out of all people, well if it isn't already ruined. A week of suspension, that my friends is enough for future job employers to send me away in the opposite direction. Even Wal-Mart wouldn't want to employ me.
I groan as I covering up the vague familiar emotion of anger bubbling in my blood watching the seconds pass on the chrome silver clock situated across me. 5:37 PM. I feel like I've been in this for hours, but I realize it's only been 8 minutes. Time goes slowly when your consumed in your own boredom and misery.
Grabbing my phone, a plan forms in the brain of mine, I wonder how worse things can get before I press the call button but the little voice at the back of brain reassures me that it can't get any worse than this.
After all, what do I have to lose?
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''Okay, push me up woman.'' Whispering to Paige as she grunts and pushes my feet up with all her force before my hands latch onto the window pane, clinging onto it for dear life. Quickly, I peer through the gap big enough for my hands to fit through, when I see no-one in the room. I push up the window, falling into the room with a bang.
''Shit.'' Muttering to myself as I rub the pain in my elbow harshly. I look around to see any presence of the girl before I get myself up and dangle my arms out the window when Paige gladly grabs onto them. ''Come on.'' Using all the strength in my bones to haul Paige up when she lands on me with a thump. We're not exactly the quiet bunch for this job.
''Jesus Paige, how many Big Macs do you scoff down your throat now? You weigh more than Uncle Samuel.'' Clutching my stomach when the pain cuts through like a blade. Paige gasps in shock when she decides to come to my help further by slapping me on the arm, the sound making itself known in the silence around us.
''Fuck woman!'' Muttering loud enough for her to hear, but not enough for the Devil to come running upstairs. I walk around her cream colored room rubbing my arm time to time, the nosy part of me taking over.
''Your Uncle Sam is the size of fucking Jupiter and more.'' Paige mumbles to me causing a smirk to grow on my lips. Uncle Sam occasionally comes when he isn't exploring the world with the love of his life Christine. He isn't exactly related to us, one of those family friends you can't get off your back and they don't get the message that you don't want them to fucking take over your room for the fucking 10th time. Like if you have money to go all over the world, book a fricking hotel room people!
Both of us walk over to where the devil lays to recharge her energy for the next day to make life hell for all those who encounter her when I flip over her sheets and crouch down on eye-level with her bed. The blonde hobbles over towards me, setting herself down next to me when she brings out the tin of tuna and the pocket knife. ''Why do you even have a pocket knife?'' Questioning her as I unfold the blade, the silver glistening in the dark of the night. I stab the bottom portion of the bed, somewhere she wont be able to find it, snatching the stuff out as if I'm a midnight cat burglar who has a fetish for sheep wool.
''Why don't you have a pocket knife?'' Paige throws me a look, a one that's smug and Paige written all over. I reply with a sarcastic look, scrunching my face up when I hear the sounds of a packet being opened and the crunch following soon after.
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The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me
Teen Fiction"Mads, I'm sure this is the right house, plus, who cares? I'd totally be killing the wet, hot look anyway.'' I roll my eyes back dramatically and force myself with all my might to not blurt out, 'YOU WOULD.' as his ego would then be enough to make m...
