"okay,where is everyone!" my voice booms throughout the cafeteria and drizzels out into the hallway like a thunderstorm.
Why is it they are always late whenever those girls go? Can they not keep track of the time? I'm pretty ire we all have the ability to either a.) check the nearest clock or b.) pull our cellar devices out and read the time in black and white.
A laugh bubbles up from beside me and I turn to glare down at one of my best friends.
Madison Ramone looks up at me with her silly half lipped smirk from the seat beside my own. It was around lunch time for us CHS *Creston High School* students and after racig down here in my favorite pair of Steve madden trompa boots to flag down our favorite spot from the braced faced comic book drooling over three breasted momgeesed weirdos.
Again, those girls better have a damned good reason for their inability to arrive on time.
it was Madi's choice to sit beside me, but then again, when you don't get along with the fellow ardent body that well and you've been friends with the local wacko girl who has more similarities with Carrie white than Carrie Dee, what choice does that leave one?
"whats so funny?" I snap at her while twisting my hair back up into a pony tail.
Madi just giggles, her own long blond hair piled high up into a lose bun, and two long golden strands of hair dangle free from the bun and framing themselves around her circular shaped face.
Madison in her own way, is Gorgoues. I mean, with a small 5'3 petite body and a fast metabolism that is more of a blessing that curse, who wouldn't be?
But it wasn't just her thin frame that defined her that way, it was the wy she held herself and spoke without a care in the world. In our friendship, she was the meditator and I the bloating balls to the way with bazookas and nukes.
she looks up and starts laughing even harder. Probably enjoying my angry pouting face.
"whats so funny?" I ask again, but this time in a horrible fake British voice. which makes her laugh even harder with tears in her baby blue eyes. She also had one of those laughs that once she started, you couldn't help but join in.
I play slap her in the arm and she gasps, holding her arm.
"OW! What was that for you crack head!"
"Because you no likey my british-y accentie!"
*flick*
"ow Olivia! cut it out!"
*flick, flick*
"Liv! jesus christ! I'm gonna Slap you!"
I laugh and dodge out of way."bring it on short stuff! !"
"Aggh!!" she grabs for my shoulders and try's to punch me in the thoart.
Okay, no more Melissa McCarthy movies for her!
I laugh even harder as she nearly falls off the bench, her puny fists falling to make any contact with any body part as I dodged out of the way.
"OHHHHH! what now!" I yell poking her in the ribs.
"Oh! its on now!" she snaps lunging at me again, her eyes burning with changelle.
my feet hoke underneath the table and my head touches the ground, MATRIX anyone?
Her fists bang on the table above my head and I try wiggling out I her hold on my jacket. The dang thing cost fifty dollars at Kohl's!
"Hey! Don't! This jacket cost more money than your extensions did missy!" I pushMadison's hands away from my stomach where she was throwing pitiful punches again.
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We'll Run When the Rain Stop's (One Direction Fan Story)
FanfictionOlivia and Her friends are just a bunch of 'Normal' Teenage girls, they Laugh alot and constally tease each other. but what happens when 5 boys barrel into their lives out of the blue? and not just any regular 5 boys, but the one and Olny, One Dir...
