“Hi daddy” I said throwing myself in his arms.
“Oh look who’s out of jail” he muttered wrapping his arms around, I'm pretty sure this is the first hug I’ve given my dad since I was like 10.
“No more getting arrested?” he asked.
“Er… no promises” I replied letting him go.
“you have school tomorrow” he said gruffly.
“Thanks for reminding me” I muttered going up the stairs and taking a shower before getting in my bed. I can honestly say I’ve never realized how comfortable my bed was until my few nights in a jail bed. I will be more appreciative to my bed and food now.
I never understood how much privileges I have. Going to jail really makes you see the light and have a different perspective on things, everyone should go to jail at least once in their life.
“so… how was jail?” Michael asked wiggling his eyebrows at me as I sat my tray down, everyone was waiting on my answer, in fact the whole cafeteria was holding their breath.
“Shitty” I said dipping one of my fries in ketchup and popping it in my mouth.
“Hey babe” a deep voice said as a tray plopped down next to me, I growled back lowly in response ignoring him.
“Wow I thought jail would strengthen your bond” Adam teased.
“Eat a dick” we said together, and then he nudged me and I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Obviously she has rubbed off on you” Tara the whore said.
“Dick” I muttered.
“Asshole” he said back.
“bitch nuts” I said under my breath.
“Ass-lamp” he said.
“Hey! That’s my word” I said looking at him, he stuck his tongue out at me and I stuck mine back out at him.
“You don’t own it” he said like a child.
“Fuck yeah I do” I replied throwing a French fry at him.
“Prove it” he said back.
“I don’t have to prove shit to you”
“You're just saying that because you have no proof” he said and stuck his tongue back out at me.
I couldn’t think of a good comeback “I don’t like your face” I said.
“You're just jelly because my face is prettier than yours” he said like it was obvious.
“Is not”
“Is to”
“is not”
“is too”
“Is not!”
“is too!”
“Is not”
“Is too”
“Is not”
“is too!” Someone cleared their throat.
“Is not”
“Is too”
“No its fucking not”
“Yes it fucking is”
“guys….”
“No it isn't!” I said raising my voice.
“Yes it is” he said back.
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She Curses like a Sailor
WerewolfAj's a smart-ass, she speaks the fluent language of sarcasm with her annoying accent she picked up from traveling. She occasionally loses her shit and takes a baseball bat to someone's volvo over a happy meal at Mcdonalds or plays a nice game of sla...
