JOYCE's POV
Its so good getting back to school It's been a week and I'm loving it. All summer my mom made me her slave. She made me clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry. almost everything that a maid should do and I get nothing in return!
Now that school starts I can now run away from all those chores. Yeah right!
When I got into my locker all the students are gossiping who dated who, How did they spent their summer break at other places and a bunch of other things that I didn't want to know. Suddenly a pretty girl with brown curls approached me.
"Hey there, bitch!" Grace Wright, My bestfriend said. Yeah. We call each other bitches.
"So how was your weekend?" I replied.
"Well, nothing really. I haven't seen you! Where were you this weekend? In a cave?" She said while opening her locker and throwing her things inside literally.
"Yeah. living with dracula. Haha! Funny, Bitch!" I said with sarcasm. "Well, you look pretty today. So what's new?" I asked, while eyeing her up and down. She's wearing a blue sleeveless dress that cuts off mid-tigh and blue heels.
"Nothing really I just dyed my hair!" She rolls her eyes with her isn't-it-obvious? expression. She's really a blonde. She dyed her hair burgundy brown.
"Right! Told you it would look good on you!" I complimented her which I often do.
"I know!" She said. "and what happened to you?"
"Why? I'm more comfortable wearing these clothes unlike you. Why wear heels? you're not in a fashion show or something" I'm wearing a plain black V-neck shirt, Gray pants and a red vans.
"You, Joyce Anne Chase looks like a boy are you sure you're not a lesbo?"
"Actually, I loved you since grade school." I tease.
"Eew. You're so not into me." We laughed.
"Hey, remember Mr. Bald?"Grace asked, Mr. Bald is our History teacher. His name isn't Mr. Bald. Its just, his nearly bald, talking about his receeding hairline. I can't remember his real name.
"Yeah. why?" I asked and then she smirked.
"He made me look like an idiot in class last week" she said.
"So?" I raised my brow while she's nodding her head teasingly. There's something with bestfriends that in just a snap we can communicate with just looking eye to eye. "So what's the plan?" I excitedly asked.
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"But that was just plain evil. Seriously, Grace? Is that all you've got?" I whined.
"I already attached it to his seat. I'll just put some more later" She laughed. Sometimes I wonder why am I friend with this bitch. I mean she's smart and all but sometimes she just sucks. "Besides he always wear white pants!" she added.
Then the bell rang. Game on!
Grace and I were classmates in History class. Which means we can witnessed the chocolatey incident that Mr. Bald would face later. We went to our seats and wait for the teacher to arrived some of our classmates were old faces but there's this one guy that doesn't look familiar. He's seating behind me and he's tapping his pen on his desk and the tapping sound annoys me to death.
I turned to face him and I glared at him.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked.
"Would you mind NOT tapping the pen?"
