Every class. Every. Stinken. Class. She was there. Turns out the miss popular's name is Bianca Miller. The name suits her perfectly.
Anyway, she was in every class I had today. It was like everywhere I looked there she was. It was frustrating and creepy. And every class was torture. She found a new way to do something or say something. At one point she sent spit bombs into my hair. By the time she was done there was more spit then the shampoo I used this morning.
Lunch wasn't that great either. I sat alone since no one wanted to risk Bianca if they sat with me. I got in line with people around me whispering and pointing fingers. I ignored it and got my food. The one thing I always knew is the way to win is to show that they can't bother you. The less you react the more you win.
Ketchup packets.
By the time lunch was over I was covered in ketchup packets. I wasn't even sitting near Bianca. I don't even know if she threw one herself. I do know that random people either through open packets of ketchup at me or walked by and poured it on me. Either way I had to go to the nurse to get my hair cleaned. She asked me who did this, but I couldn't tell her because I didn't really know their names.
Down side of being the new kid.
I was so happy to be leaving when the bell rang at the end of the day. That is, until I walked through the doors and saw who picked me up. Who everyone saw picking me up.
"Oh shit."
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Saved By The Schmidt
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