Lucky Blue Smith

Chapter 6: Lucy Blue

Using Jessica as the perfect distraction to unleash myself from the monster's presence and in turbo speed dash out of the other timber classroom room.

Just as i zoom down the corridor an extensive feminine hand pops from the side causing me to tumble down onto the floor whilst trying to avoid breaking any bones. Clenching my jaw, shooting daggers at the person.

"Care to explain." Jessica remarks without a hint of apology for startling me and almost causing me to go to the A&E. Standing on her Louis Vuitton 4 inch pink high heels planting each arm to each of her hour glass hips. Gotta give credit for her faultless figure which she achieved by practically staving herself. Something that's way out of my league because food is life for me. I'm happy with my chubby chub chubs.

"None of your business." Congratulations Mia, first time holding onto your tongue and not cursing her. I sure do deserve a medal for this.

"Sweety, you are my business. If you clutter up then everyone will find out I'm related to this filthy animal." Pointing at me disgustedly. Keeping a steady tone, looking around to see if anyone heard her. Paranoid.

Dusting of the specks of dust off my pants, flaming in fury. I'm a second away from ripping this ignorant,brainless blonde head right off her neck.

Breathe.

"Hey back, nice way of saying hi to your sister in school. Same goes to you, Jessica. Don't want anyone to find out your my step-sister. Do we?"

Yep, Jessica is not blood. I'm the daughter of my father's marriage. My mother died due to cancer and my father couldn't help marrying Stacey, Jessica's mother. That old hag.

At the age of five all the way to the age of 13 me and Jessica were un separable. Literally. I know it's quite hard to believe but then things changed...

Now me and Jessica are sworn enemies.

Leaving her dumbstruck, i motionlessly walk away. It ain't me who's walking away but my fear. Fear that Jessica might yank at my brown hair that's i effortlessly straighten in the morning.

"Come back you bitch." She squeals as the veins on her neck starts to become more visible. Like a little child she continues arrogantly yelling.

As my back facing her bony figure, i raise my hand sticking the middle finger up. A way to exit like a Queen. Flicking my hair left to right revealing my inner stuck up, bitchy personality.

Next two weeks was complete torture for me. No Lucy to throw her claws at whom ever tried to mess with me and Amy and Jessica constantly sending her little sluts to me to repeatedly chuck litter at me or push me around because Jessica is known for holding grudges. Do something to her once and she will never forget it and i repeat never forget it. Spoilt thin brat. Fits nicely.

Now that Lucy has recovered and Amy and me have finally gotten over our unnecessary silent treatment, everything is back to normal.

Apparently, Smith threw a tantrum to Mr Frank threatening him to beat the crap out of him. He was being a bit too dramatic, I ain't that bad to be around.
But, unfortunately none of that worked. I guess Smith's parents voices were much more louder than any of ours.

One hour turned into a half, sitting awkwardly trying to stop my words going into one of his ear and coming out the other. Having to fish for my words and for the 100th time restate. Nothing is working. Two weeks of complete un accomplishment , exactly what i want. For some bizarre reason, my deep nerdy-ness wants to help him improve. Bizarre right? Helping an asshole like him. Must have gone crazy with all the hassle in school and at home.