Panicking at the scene infront of me, I stand there frozen, not being able to do anything, while I should probably do something because I can't afford to get kicked out of school again, for the what?! 6th time this year? Maybe more...
Nobody can beat my record of getting kicked out of school at a really short amount of time... and if someone does, I'm personally gonna kick his ass and bury him 6 feet under so nobody can find him and he could rott in hell, for all I care. My achievement, my record. BASTA!
But back at the problem first hand.
Right... uhm...
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?!
“Get this fucking thing off my face!“, some stupid ass dude's voice booms through the classroom. Maybe I should get my best friend off of him... on the other hand, he looks like he is having the time of his life...
Maybe I should clear things up a little bit:
The name's Faith, 19 year old teenage girl, with a special liking in exotic pets like my badass partner in crime... my racoon, Butter. He's currently attacking the stupid ass dude's face. Should have seen it coming. Asshole rummaged through the wrong backpack.
“Yo Butter you bastard. Let go of that dude's face and get back here this instant!“
Letting go of his prey, he jumps in fright and lands on the floor with a thud. Damn, that must have hurt.
“And stop playing dead, mister! I know you're not! Drag yourself back into my backpack and don't you dare come out 'till I say so!“
Butter slowly stands up, padding his way back to me, looking like a child caught stealing a cookie. I give him a death glare to ensure that I'm dead serious this time.
I look back up into the stupid ass dude's face, which by the way is a little scratched up and bleeding, with a few bite marks here and there, but nothing serious...
He looks into my eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. His facial expression goes from angry, to shocked, to angry, to 'fuck this I'm out'. And then... he is out.
Turning back to my backpack, I see my racoon shuffeling around in it.
“Butter you fatty! You're not getting chocolate for a week, mister!“
Butter pops out of my bag and runs away with a bar of chocolate in his tiny hands.
No, my chocolate! That was supposed to be my lunch!
“Yo Butter you bastard! Bring that back here! I'm not in the mood to chase you right now!“
He ignores me completely and starts running down the hallway.
ASSHOLE
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