I'll Fight [Completed]

Sixteen: Miranda

Sixteen: Miranda

I hoped Kayley would wake up by now.

That dart shouldn't have put her to sleep this long. I've been wanting to see how dumb she looks when she wakes up.

I walk to class, seeing my girls with folded arms.

What's wrong with them.

They're not wearing rainbow tie-dye like we do every Tuesday.

"We know what you did, Miranda." Paisley says, with anger.

You could see me face turn bright pink. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Everyone says that when they're hiding something."

"But I'm not everyone, I'm Miranda."

"Clever, but not helping."

Sara and Lorie chuckle behind her.

"I didn't do anything." I say, quickly.

"Still not helping, and also not clever," Paisley says.

She could possibly know that I kind of shot Kayley in the leg with a dart gun. But it doesn't matter because I'm still leader of the Popcicles, so I can kick them out.

"So, we're kicking you out of the Popcicles."

My mouth dropped so low I could fit two jumbo cheese curls in there.

"But you can't kick me out-"

"We kind of just did. Or maybe we can't. Why don't all of us quit, so Miranda's a loner Popcicle."

They took they're bows off and threw them at me.

"But you guys are all I have!" I whine.

"Should've thought about that." Paisley says, with a tone that makes my blood boil.