I must be Farryn

bitch fight

Stevie and I were walking down the hallway and we went straight into the cafeteria.

"Oi! Are you that crazy Farry bitch?" Hillary asked me, marching up to me in bright pink heels.

"Who the fuck wears heels to school?" Stevie and I laughed.

"Its Farryn, by the way." I smiled sarcastically.

"Whatever. Anyway, Im Alec's girlfriend so Id appreciate it if you didnt hurt him." She fiddled with her fake nails and looked up at me glaring.

"Im suprised that you could get a boyfriend to be honest. You seem a bit on the needy side." I smirked.

"Im not needy!" She screeched.

"Wannabe Barbie's getting mad." Stevie laughed.

"Take it back!" She growled.

"Or what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're a stupid bitch, with anger problems. You make out you're vicious and dont mind being lonely. but we all know your just broken inside." She smirked.

"Take it back." I growled.

"Or what?" She laughed.

I lunged at her and She fell flat on the ground.

She kicked her heels off, took her earrings out and then got up and stepped towards me.

I stepped forwards too and grabbed a bowl of spaghetti.

"No." Her eyes widened and she hid her face with her arms.

I took a handful an rubbed it in her hair and face.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She yelled.

She picked some off the floor and threw it at me, it skimmed my shoulder and I rolled my eyes.

"Great aim." I laughed.

I took some more and threw it at her white dress.

She grabbed someone's bowl of soup and poured it all down me.

"FUCK! OFF!" I screamed.

She looked for food while I pulled her hair and threw her to the ground.

She tried to get back up but I grabbed her shoe and broke the heel off.

"NOOOOO!" She cried.

She stayed still and I laughed until the head teacher came in.

"Oh. Shit." I rolled my eyes.

"Miss Taylor. Miss Mosby. Come with me." He said calmly.

All the cheering stopped and I followed him. Hillary picked up what was left of her heels and began walking too.

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I went into the principals office and stood by the door as he squeezed round the side of his desk to his chair.

He was really short and was almost bald, he had a beer belly and pit stains on his wrinkly suit.

"Sit down."

I sat down on the arm chair on the right in front of the desk and Hillary sat down on the left.

"Okay, for a start this wasnt my fault, and this British girl totally started it so-" Hillary stood up and began ranting.

"Shut. Up." The principal put his head in his hands and did a very dramatic face palm.

"You cant-"