How To Be A Primadonna

T E E N ♡ I D L E

I wish I'd been a, wish I'd been a teen, teen idle

Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title

Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible

Feeling super, super (super!) suicidal

O N E ♡ TEEN IDLE ♡

Mondays are insufferable.

I slammed my locker door shut, raging inside as I tucked my books under my arm and marched off to third period.

"What?" I snapped at a seventh grader, who looked at me with wide doe eyes and scampered away. Walking into the Room 7-D, I slid my books on one of the back tables, near to the window, and heaved myself into the chair. Crossing my arms, I glared at anyone who came into the room and looked at me.

If I was having a horrid Monday, I don't see why they shouldn't feel my suffering either. Why where they laughing? How could anyone have a good Monday? The idea was basically blasphemy!

Someone dared to slid into the seat next to me, and when I squinted at him, he beamed.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it, Candace?" Casper chirped, sorting through his books.

My jaw dropped opened. "Excuse you?" I sputtered. "What kind of blood sacrifices did you make this morning? How much did you sell your family for? What satanic rituals have you started?!"

Casper blinked at me. "Candace, are you high?"

I glared at him. "Are you trying to be funny?"

"Oh, sure," Casper said, but his bubbly mood must have distracted him from sensing if anything was off with me today. He began to scribble down notes on a piece of paper, humming under his breath.

He was such a weirdo. "Go make love to a fucking cactus," I muttered darkly, but this was my way of being affectionate. Most people found it twisted, but I'm pretty sure that Casper was a masochist so we're good here.

"Candace!"

My eyes snapped up at Hayden as she hovered in front of my table. Her eyes lingered to the doorway, where her friends where waiting with smug looks on their faces as if they were watching something that was hilarious.

"What?" I finally snapped when I realised she wasn't going to say anything. Didn't they have anything better to do on a Monday morning than annoy?

Oh yeah, they don't, because it's Monday, and because they obviously can't enough of me. I gave the girl a sympathetic smile. If I was her, I wouldn't be able to get enough of me too - I mean, not to be vain or anything, but I was just plain fantabulous.

Her smile widened. "It's nothing really. I just wanted to say something. Hi."

She giggled and turned her heel, quickly walking back to her friends before I could reply. They laughed at something, throwing smirks over their shoulders at me before exiting the room.

"W-T-F," I snarked with a roll of my eyes. Hayden was one of those bitches who believed that she was hilarious and everybody thought so too, when in reality, she wasn't. We weren't exactly friends either, but she discovered long ago that she was too basic to think of responses to my snappy comebacks and settled to annoying me her smiles - which looked ridiculous on her. She was one of those girls who had huge teeth and not enough lip, so when she smiled her lips disappeared into her gums and she was left doing an impersonation of a donkey.

I sighed as Mrs Argall came in with her suitcase. She settled down on the table in front of us, and said in her usual monotone voice, "OK, students, please take out your Romeo and Juliet script books. Today, we're going to Act 2 Scene 3."