Person: You going to the Winter Formal?
Me: nah, I got shit to do after school.
Person: like what? Write about your feelings like always?
Me: well, to be fair. If I had some, then yes. Yes I would.
Person: o shut up you nasty.
Me: hey, leave her alone.
Person: what? You talking shit?
Person 2: don't worry about it Nicole.
Me: OK.
Person: *approaches me once again* are you crazy!?
Me: *glares, confused by the sudden question* bitch, define crazy. Then we will talk.
Person: Nicole!
Me: ya?
Person: hey, I found your books on Wattpad.
Me: oh ya? How did you think about them?
Person: oh you know, that they were practical shit. The usual.
Me: sorry, uh let me remember the last time I threw my book into the toilet. Cause the only shit I hear is the type that's coming out of your mouth. Bye hoe.
Person: what are you reading?
Me: a book, duh.
Person: what's the book about?
Me: its about people like you, and people like me, and my fist, easily breaking people like you, your noses.
Person: your not funny George!
Me: he's funny looking.
Person: shut up Nicole
Me: oh I'm sorry, have you mistaken your self as someone who can tell me what to do?
Person: I just did tell you what to do.
Me: yet here I am, still talking. Run along dumbass.
Person: did you know there is a gay person in your book!
Me: and did you know there is a gay person right in front of your face?
Person: shut up.
Me: shut doesn't go up. But it can surly go up your ass!
Teacher: Harlee!
Me: *he isn't talking to me. My name is Nicole/Hannah
Harlee: *turns around and notices teacher isn't talking to her.*
Me: *totally confused cause her name is Harlee and not me. Then looks behind me and teacher is glaring at me.*
Teacher: start over.
Me: *shit he was talking to me.* Um, excuse me? Before you tell me what to do, can you at least get my name right?
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