[COMPLETED] A girl's dad loses her job. A guy loses his wallet, girlfriend, and job all in a day.
So what happens when the two strangers meet and both of them have money to spend and to blow off?
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23 || money and generosity
time || morning
The guy who had been video recording me on his phone during the protest. He uploaded the entire thing on snap chat in snippets—from the beginning to the end. I have no idea how I should take to this. This video is the reason why everyone's gawking at me, though must I mention the looks are no where near weirded-out. More intrigued than anything.
Simon Moore shows me the video on his phone, and I just watch. The guy recorded me when I'd been cussing out the city and dancing along with the other people who're following my moves.
"This even ended up on the news," one of his friends Dan Freder (a ginger) says, he hands me his phone.
I take it.
"...People took to the city's closing down of the companies in protest along with one of the owner's daughters... A video's gone viral showing the teenage girl dancing and yelling..."
It then cuts to the clip of me moving my body and shouting profanities—the bad words being bleeped out, of course.
Deciding I've seen enough, I hand Dan back his phone.
"Badass," Simon compliments me, nudging me with his shoulder.
He and his buddies then leave me standing dumbfounded at my locker.
I ignore Moore's compliment. People must think I was drunk or under the influence to have been acting that way in the video. When really, I'd just been fed up at that moment. I swallow hard, sending a wad of spit down my esophagus.
What must everyone think of me now?
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"Rice," Mr Howard calls my name so I can take a look at the current grade I have in his class.
"Whore."
I turn around to see who called me that, it's the third time I've been called that today. First while I'd been washing my hands in the bathroom, second when I'd taken my seat in English, and the third time now.
It all has to do with Justice, I bet.
I turn around and face Ashely Rutgers—an affiliate of Justice.
"Say it to my face!"
The class goes quiet once those words leave my lips. Talk about being fed up, I'm through with being called something that I'm not.
