-Allison
I walked into the pathetic excuse of a school hallway and went straight to my locker. As I shut my locker I heard giggles behind me. When I turned around there of course stood the cheerleaders with the shortest skirts I have ever seen in my life.
"What do you want?" I said.
They didn't answer instead they just stood there, smiling like morons.
I rolled my eyes and started walking away. When I was walking past the library I saw Sandra pick on some new freshman. I walked over to them.
"Seriously Sandra?" I said.
"What?"she asked.
"Picking on a freshman that's pathetic" I said.
She looked taken back.
"What's it to you?" she glared.
"Nothing, just the fact that you're to scared to pick on someone your own size"I said. I wasn't scared of her. I don't get why everyone was.
"Look here-" she started but I cut her off.
"No, you look, picking on a freshman is not going to help you in any way, in fact it makes you look more idiotic than you already are" I said.
By this time she was furious. I have done my job well.
She was about to say something when she stomped off.
I turned around to see the freshman walking off.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" I heard Lexi's voice say.
"Not a big deal" I said as I walked out of the library.
"Yes it is!" Lexi said.
I just shook my head as the first bell rang.
"Gotta go to class, bye!" Lexi called.
I waved and walked to my class, at the other side of the school.
By the time the tardy bell rang I was only halfway there. Oh well.
I finally got there and when I walked in the teacher was already expecting me.
"Ms.Cartson you're late, again" Mrs.Chesterfield stated.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know detention today after school, blah,blah,blah, this is like my hundredth time, can we just move on?" I mocked.
She looked mad and embarrassed. Mostly because the class was already laughing by this time.
"Sit down, Ms.Cartson" she said through gritted teeth.
I shrugged and sat down.
I put my feet up on my desk.
"Ms.Cartson, take your feet off the tables" she said.
"Nah, I'm good" I said.
She glared at me and said"principle's office, now."
I walked up and got out the door.
Principle's office again.
Not bad.
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Rebel
RomanceBrandons the school player. Alison's the school rebel. Both stubborn and cocky. Let their game of L.O.V.E begin.