Salute The Bad (ON HOLD.)

2. Being good, and Friends?

Irreplaceable by
Beyoncé

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"What are you doing, to that poor girl?" I leaned against the opposite locker, okay let me reface that.

So, I decided that I would skip my first class today. You see, I only enjoy one class, which class or why. I only love English, well because its taught by my boyfriend. I don't really listen in that class, don't blame me, I'm distracted.

Anyway as I'm walking down the empty hallway. I noticed how Kitty, and her friends were cornering some girl with ginger hair. She looked so scared, I felt bad for her. She looked oddly familiar, like she is in one of my classes. I wonder what her name is.

And so here I am playing superman, maybe batman. Yeah definitely batman, but maybe Wonder women. Where am I going with this? Or right, I'm playing knight in shining armor for, who is she again? Yeah whoever she is. . .

"What are you doing to that poor girl?" I had asked, while leaning against a locker that is opposite them.

"Its non of the business." She chipped.

"Then if its not. You wouldn't mind if I leave with the girl." I reached out my hand, and pulled the ginger haired girl up.

"You, you can't do that. I'm not done with her." She whined, like I care.

"What exactly is your business with her?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Like she said, its non of your business." The second in charge of the PlasticBrain's said. Heather Thomson. Your typical bronze haired girl with sparkly hazel eyes.

PlasticBrain's?

That suits them. I mean they may look real, if you don't mind the makeup that makes then look like clowns. But they have plastic brains. To prove my point, in sophomore year the actually girl asked me what 'mean' means. My answer was 'you are the definition of that.' That's exactly what I said. Anyway. . .

"Thanks Heather." She looked at her and smiled a fake smile, not like she ever smiles a real smile. "Look, if I was you, I would be running like a headless chicken."

"Why would I be running like a headless chicken?" I folded my arms. The girl I had saved, was right next to me. But never said a word since I came to her rescue.

"Because, we," she gestured to her and the PlasticBrain's. "Are a threat to you." She tried to threaten. Keyword tried.

"Look Kitty, I'm not afraid you." She looked slightly offended.

"Its Kate." She corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I said, Kitty." I said, not making it much of a deal.

"Why do you call me Kitty, when you know very well who I am." She complained.

"Everyone knows who she is." The third in charge of the PlasticBrain's pipped in. She is the only one who is African- American in the group. With her brown, almost back hair, and brown eyes. She was fit enough to be a model. That would be Amelia Summer.