"i really do hate school" i mumble as i reach over and smash my alarm off
i hate the people, the dress-code, the old pervs we're forced to call teachers
i lazily roll out of bed checking my phone
500 notifications
woah.
then it all comes flooding back
i grin oddly just thinking about it
my mood suddenly boosted, i run to the bathroom and blast No More by PRETTYMUCH
I decide to lightly curl my hair; I put on a white, ruffled tube top and high-waisted shorts, the weather in San Francisco is pretty warm, especially around spring time. I slid on my air force 1s and headed down the wooden staircase.
"Bye mom" i yell while kissing her. I grab a breakfast bar and wait outside till Joy picks me up
"Hey bitch" i joke while jumping in, she rolled her eyes.
i immediately began hooking up the aux cord to my phone
she slapped my hand, "My car. my music"
"whatever" i mumble and get on my phone
"can you believe it! THE ZACH HERRON followed me...like what the actual fuck" i whispered in disbelief
"Crazy right" joy said while pulling into the school parking lot. Not to brag, but we were "those girls" at our school
ah yes.
Betting-brook Highschool. full of gross, arrogant-wannabe's or horny jocks. I honestly hate it here.
by "those girls" i mean, the popular ones, but not mean. We throw dope parties, get money, dress well, and have amazing hair, may i add, but always stayed humble.
Unlike Joy, i have high standards when it comes to people, especially guys. That's why i've dated so many YouTubers or "celebrities" i guess you could call them. I've dated Kian Lawley, Hayes Grier, Zion Kuwonu, and the latest, Ethan fucking Dolan. None of them have seemed right, though
God, i loved him so much. but he's such a jerk and i absolutely hate being bossed around. I reached to the back seat of Joys car and grab my BAPE backpack, "we love a boujee sister!" she yelled loud enough for the whole school to hear
i punched her, "shut up, we're already late. See you later" I hugged her. walking down the smelly hallway, I earned the typical cat-calling from the boys and glares from the girls. It doesn't even phase me anymore. I quietly slip into my chemistry seat trying to not be noticed by my bitch of a teacher, Mrs. Nole.
"You're late again Miss. Stratford"
everyone's eyes shot to me. I looked down pretending not to hear her and began writing down the homework
she cleared her throat, "You do know you're not wearing school appropriate attire, right" she leaned on my desk. it creaked
I rolled my eyes, "And you do know that you're gonna die soon, right?" i retorted staring her dead in the eye.
she slammed her fist down on the desk.it creaked even louder.
i giggled
"Is this funny to you" she yelled, "ya" i said unfazed
"Principals office, now!" i glared at her, threw my bag over my shoulder, and headed for the door
"HELLA THICC!" some boy groaned as i exited the room, i flipped him off and pulled out my phone
hoe thats my bsf
so done rn
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