The One That....Got Away.

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THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON HERE!!!! WOOOO!!!!! Please- i beg of you from the great heavens to stick with this story if you think it deserves a chance. It seriously will get better as the chapter go along.

-A

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ChApTeR 1

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Los Angeles. That's where I was headed over only the dumbest of reasons. I mean, they seriously overreacted to the situation. It wasn't even all that bad, the stupid principle stretched the truth for all it was worth-me being expelled. So, here I sit on a first class plane on my happy way to live with my biological father. What did I do wrong? let me explain.

~Previous day~

"FOOD FIGHT!!!!!" I stood there glaring at the high school bitch who 'accidently' spilled her spaghetti -in the count of smearing- all over me. I wasn't just gonna stand there and take that, so I threw some back on her designer Gucci dress. I was known for getting into trouble, I was the badass of the school. The teachers hated me, the principle can't kick me out though. My step daddy pays them 'good money'. The bitch gasped as a whole chorus of food flew everywhere, every nook and crany was covered in mixed and mushed up food. It was an all out food war by the time the principle arrived. He ended up being hit with pie, pasta, and a half drunken soda. We at the time didn't notice. There was the loudest whistle i've ever heard, it made all of us stop mid throw, we stared at the principle. I started backing away, no way was I getting in trouble for something I didn't start. "MS. JONES!!" too late. I sigh heavily, walking up to the rounded man with glasses and a graying beard. "principles office. now." I heard the bitch snicker, I turned around and flipped her off. Why not? She deserved it. I trudge out the cafeteria, food covered me in even the most uncomfortable places. I walk across the field, and down a corridor where at the end stood a tall wooden door with the letters 'PRINCIPLE' written on it. I open the door, Mr. Potbelly(its his real last name) following. How irronic he fits the description. I sit in front of his desk as he sits behind it. He grabs a tissue and wipe the gunk from his specticals and proceeds to glare at me. "Ms. Jones. I have had enough of your buffoonery"

"but I didn't start it!" I defended.

"I don't care who started it. I know your a prime subject. Now, this is the third screw up you've had this week and I can't take anymore." he pauses. "Monday, you put a bunch of tacs upright. Mr. Clarkson had to go to the doctor for 2 hours to get them all removed. Wednsday, Mr. McClarson, found a pair of her stockings, along with her bra, tied to the flagpole that morning. And now today. You, being Ms. Jones., are being explelled no further questioning"

"but-"

"I do not care how much your step dad is paying for you to stay in this school. This is a private school, and your messing it up. Ms. Jones. feel free to call your parents right away." I groan at him, knowing I was in deep shit.

~end~

After a very colorful chat with my mother, I was sent home and there I packed my things and was shipped off on the next plane. Hoping that my father would change my ways, they made sure to have a nice 'friendly' talk with him too. Alas, I sit here with all my shattered dreams of getting back at that bitch. I plug in my earphones, rocking out to LMFAO. Little did I know, how bad this trip was gonna turn out.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 16, 2012 ⏰

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