Chapter 4: Help Me, Please!
I sat down at the farthest corner of the lunch room, and started in on my peas. I waited for Faith. She walked over and sat her lunch down on the table. She peeked at my tray.
"Chicken strips, mashed potatoes, and peas? I thought you would get a salad like me. Remember your pledge?"
"I'll eat healthy when I'm dead"
"With the junk food you consume, that won't be very long." She laughed, and I playfully stuck out my tounge.
"Faith, I need to talk to you about the new girl."
"Oh, Veronica? She's a sweet heart!" I choked on a bite of chicken. On what planet is that creeper a sweet heart?
"She is, definetly, not a sweet heart. She's a creepy stalker who almost broke my hand with her iron grip!"
"She wouldn't do that..."
"I'm serious, Faith. What am I supposed to do? I want that creep to get lost, and I can't do it on my own. I need backup, fast, before I walk into a bathroom and find a pencil in my neck. Or worse, she breaks my hand and makes me stab myself in the neck. That might be a little out there, but that's how the freaks catch you off guard. Help me!" Faith's face was solemn. She knew I was serious. And she would help me no matter what; that's what Faith does! "And the most horrible thing, she held my hand, Faith! She held my hand! It was so disqusting!" Faith slammed her fist down on the lunch table.
"No one holds your hand before Break - I mean, I do! This will not be tolerated!" We spent the rest of our lunch contemplating.
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My Life As a Teenage Kitty-Cat
FantasyAmethyst is a (some-what) normal teenage girl in her Freshman year in KuroiNekko High School. After waking up to a strange dream, meeting a psychotic, new student, and getting a C- on her Algebra test, she thinks life is just getting interesting...
