[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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"For the last time, Natasha, apologise for what you did."
I stood before my aunt and kept up a blank expression. I could practically see the veins throbbing in her throat, giving me the satisfaction of knowing that I had once again stressed her to a point where she was figuratively about to combust at any given moment.
"What did I do exactly, aunt?" I feigned innocence and watched her already red face become a shade darker.
Maybe one of these days I should draw a portrait of her red swollen face that she constantly wore whenever I was around—perhaps on her birthday? Yes. That would make a fine gift. Oh, and I could also cook her up an exploding cake along with it.
"What have you done? Look at my nose!" My aunt's screechy voice loudened this time. "It's swollen because you threw a tennis ball at me! I know you did this on purpose." She screamed in my face, but it didn't make me break my act.
I just shrugged my shoulders and put on a clueless stare. I knew she was not buying it, but I honestly couldn't care less.
Not that I didn't do what she was accusing me of, but, in my defense, I was only educating my little brother on how to use a catapult, and he had small hands; I had to use something big. She wasn't even the target—she just happened to walk in front of us at the worst moment.
So, technically, I didn't do it on purpose as she was suggesting...and so I rest my case. I really was innocent. Who cares if she didn't understand that logic?
"For the love of God, you are a lady! A lady, Natasha. Would it kill you to act like one?" She flailed her arms in the air all dramatically and started pacing back and forth. With the impressive amount of drama she had in her, I'd say she should join theatre.
"Right. I'm so sorry, Aunt, for all the trouble I caused you," I whispered with my head bowed down in shame, showing obedience, but internally, I was twitching with laughter.
For a second, the whole room went quiet. My aunt stilled and just kept her attention on my face. Even my little brother stopped playing with his blue toy car to look at me. They all seemed so shocked by the fact that I apologised, and that I was actually listening and following my aunt's wishes.
Yeah. Not really.
Without another word, I let my body fall on the floor with my tongue sticking out, pretending to be dead.
My uncle, along with my cousins in the room, erupted in fits of laughter, while my aunt's face turned even redder.
"You insolent girl. I have had enough of this! I'm going to call your mom. Do you understand, Natasha? Ugh!" She literally stomped her feet in a classic '90s bitch style and stormed off, mumbling about my insubordination. The rest of my family still laughed on, as I had one eye open.
