Lucky Blue Smith

Chapter 3: Santa's naughty list

Just how Santa has a naughty list, i have a list of people who I'd like to get revenge on.

Top of the list is my lovely Natalie, then my cupcake Jessica, everyone's runway model Smith and new edition to the list Jack. Well, he was actually the first edition but after a while when I didn't see his sweet, sweet face in a long time, i, the Queen of kind hearts, forgot and forgave until he returned and reminded me of how much of a dick he is.

He would for sure be proud that he is first and new edition to my 'revenge list'. No doubt to that. Something he shouldn't really be proud of.

You might be wondering why Smith?
Well he ain't no different to the rest.  He is just as evil as Jessica and Natalie.
Just a masculine version of them more alike. Majority of the students who committed suicide was because of his disgusting behaviour. Think it like this, I'm simply getting revenge not only on my behalf but on behalf of others who suffered because of them. He treated Amy like shit so i will treat him like shit. Fair and square.

Day 1 of revenge.

Walking into the women's toilet to adjust myself after getting shoved and hammered against walls. Rinsing my face with cold water always feels refreshing rather than applying lipstick like the girls next to me that will eventually come off after kissing the million fake boyfriends they are playing. Then again the boyfriend are probably fooling the girlfriends. It's a win, win.

Washing my face with ice water for the third time, i faintly hear a pairs of heels walk in. Who the fuck has time to wear heels to school? Obviously, hoes.

"Move bitch till i count to three." Natalie hisses.

Minion one: "one"

Minion two: "two"

Minion three: "three"

I stand there like a bad connection wifi box. No signal going through only useful for being useless.

"I said move bitch."

Do this for Amy.

"Look who's calling me the bitch, bitch."

They all look speechless, trust me I'm speechless as them. Who knew i was that feisty ay? One point goes to Mia.

"What did you just say?"

Breathe. For Amy.

"Are you deaf? I said look who's calling me the bitch, bitch."

And Whack!

Well did not expect that..

My jaw aches in pain and i can see the redness of my cheeks in the mirror. Damn that's definitely gonna leave a bruise. Oh well, Mia if you've decided today's the day you wanna shine and be a rebel then give it you all.

We begin to tug on each others hair, seeing so much extensions flying out like a fountain. Damn, fake ass sluts.

Three vs one.

You won't believe who won..

Obviously them.
I get it I'm strong but come on..three against one. You gotta be made out of steel to win that war.

Like replicate of 'satan's whisper' they disappear into thin air leaving no trace of their existence. I'm telling you, they are witches for real. After, kicking and pulling I'm dumped onto the floor like trash that they call me.

Talking back to the bitches, check.

This is why i came into the toilet. To adjust myself after being hammered into places but only this time i look ten times worse. I look as bad as it is. No biggie.