The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3: Revenge & Memories

"If payback is a bitch and revenge is sweet. Then I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet." - Unknown.

Chapter 3: Revenge & Memories

"What do you have to say for yourself Ms. Sitzer?" I was currently sitting in the principals office. On my right was a purple haired Che who also had 'Cliche Slut' written on her forehead with a black and permanent Sharpie. I also gave her a moustache and a uni-brow. There was also a penis drawn on her left cheek and on her right was 'Cant get enough of' then it had an arrow drawn pointing at the penis.

She was standing because she had a whoopee cushion super glued to her super mini skirt. I actually did that to all of her pants and skirts. Well except for an ugly pair of dirty gray sweatpants that seemed to have  magically appeared  on her dresser. But sadly the school fasionista wouldn't be caught dead wearing something so ugly and unfashionable. So Che had to stand up all day so she wouldn't be embarrassed in front  the whole class.

Luckily, during lunch ,my legs seemed to have had a mind of its own and swept her from behind. This resulted in her falling right on her ass and letting it rip in front of the whole student body that were occupying the cafeteria at the time, which was basically everyone. The plus was that she was holding a salad and milk before I 'accidentally' tripped her. But it was now  comfortably placed on her head as a brand new hat! She left the school building after that to get all of that salad out of her hair. What happened to her was the first reason why I was called to the office.

The second was on my left and sitting angrily with a jockstrap glued to the top of his head, which was completely, absolutely, positively ,not my fault. I may have replaced his body wash with dog feces. Hey, it's totally not my fault that Jockstrap was such a dumbass that he noticed it was dog shit after he rubbed is all over his body. It's also not my fault that all of his shirt's told me to spray paint  'Man Whore' and  'I Have Herpes' on them.  Okay, I did all of those things to them on my own free will, but they totally deserved it.

"How bout we all do each other a favor and give me just my punishment already." I smirked at the principle while crossing my arms. 

" A week of suspension would be efficient for you." The principle grunted out and looking at me with a smug smile.

"Wow, I thought it was something a little bit more serious, but a week is child's play. Anyways, I'll just be leaving since I won't be here all week, bye!" I left his office before he could give me anything serious.

As I walked out, the secreatary smiled kindly at me gave me a look of sympathy. I just smiled kindly at her a mouthed 'It wan't that bad'.  She simply nodded her head and returned to typing on the computer in front of her.

 The people that were  going to their first hour gave me a look of awe, but I simply ignored them since I didn't want to be looked in awe, I didn't want to be looked  at all actually.  

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I dodged the right hook that was aiming for my left cheek and gave him a roundhouse kick to the head. He instantly fell to the floor, which made the crowd go wild. I smirked at the knocked out figure as I wiped the sweat from my chin. He actually had the audacity to brag and say that he could totally beat me in a match, without using any weapons, what a dumbass.

"The winner is Sarenda Sitzer! She stays undefeated Ladies and Gentlemen!' The announcer said as he raised my arm up in the air.

After leaving the stage my trainer came up to me and gave me a pat on the back. He was probably the closest person I could have to an actual family. I was ten years old when we first met.