~Silver~
After that stupid "incident"with the bleached bimbo I walk to my locker. Number 1315. I open up the locker and arrange some stuff around,take stuff out,out stuff in,and everything else like that. I am in the process of trying to jam my huge history book in my small locker when I feel a hand...no...arm on my shoulders. I tense and slam my locker closed"Uh,excuse me,Can you control your arm and take it off my shoulders before I break it?"I say with confidence"Ha. Your a feisty one. I like you"this guy said. I turned fully around to face this jerk-butt and when I turn around I'm met with bright green eyes that hold amusement. Ha,amusement won't be in his eyes long,I thought to myself. "Uh sure. Get your arm off me or else"I threaten to the jerk. I hear a snicker behind me and I quickly turn around to be met with a pair of eyes on me. I glare at them and they look everywhere but me. I turn back around to this jerk"Or else what?"the stupid jerk asks"This"I say. In a flash I punch him in the face and grab his arm and pull it around till his wrist is almost all the way in between his shoulder blades. I hear gasps from all around as I do this. I could Care. Less! I take my foot and jab it into the crook of his knee and his leg gives out,making him fall somewhat.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear"Ya mess with me,you get bit"then I let go and march right to my first class like nothing happened. Since I'm first in class I grab a spot in the back next to the window. I take my seat and begin to sketch in my sketch book. I sketch horses,dogs,wolves. Mostly wolves. I adore wolves. I'm so lost in my little world I don't notice everyone coming into the class and staring at me. Then,jerk face comes in. He looks over and me and smirks. Dude,did you not hear what I said?!
Ugh....men.....I will never understand......
He picks the seat beside me and one of his friends sit in front of me,basically trapping me. I groan and slam my head down on my desk"You really shouldn't do that,"a agonizingly familiar voice says"You could damage your brain more than it already is."jerk wad says. I ignore him. I honestly don't wanna deal with his stupid smirking face,if I do,he'll be goin home in a ambulance. He keeps pestering me though,during class,he will either kick my chair,throw something at me,or poke my shoulder with his finger. I groan slightly,just low enough so the teacher won't hear"STOP"I whisper/yell"Well look who's finally talking"he whispers back. I roll my eyes and focus on the teacher for the remainder of the lesson,trying me hardest to not turn to my right and smack this dude senseless.
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The Tom boy(DISCONTINUED)
TeenfikceMeet Silver June Crawly. She is a 15 year old spit fire. She's a tom boy,yes. She's stubborn,sweet,daring,brave,strong,and fiery. She could careless about what people do to her,but,if someone hurts her friends or family,it's Game. On. She won't tak...
