"Imani anwser the question or detetion" yelled ms.monk . Ok ok IN MY DEFENSE MS.MONK IS LEGIT SO BORING AND ANNOYING AND JUST UGH NOBODY LIKES HER. I stared deep into her soul and said nothing. The bell rang and i happily yeeted myself out of the classroom and into the cafe to meet clea. Clea somehow spotted me in like 2 minutes and yeeted over to me. "Hey girlyyy" she greeted me. "HI CLEA" i screamed. Which drew attention to us. A boy in a leather jacket and a black skull t-shirt and jeans. Then i relize who it is max.cleas annoying ex "hey hoes" he said waving at clea. I got in his face and shoved him. "What did you call us bicth" i asked him fiercely. "I CALLED YOU A HOE WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT" he said rudley. "Haha what im gonna do about it" i walked away then made a sharp turm punching max in the stomach clea grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "Are you still going for 7th grade president " clea asked as we sat down at a table. "No duh people are gonna respect me now" i said proudly as max lay on the floor. I knew i was doomed when principal jay walked in all dramatic. He stared at me then clea then jay on the floor crying. "GIRLS OFFICE NOW" clea shrugged as we walked side by side i wonderd what would happen to max would he end up in the hospital (i would be happy with that).or would he be fine. I dont li,e to think this watpy but dada and mummy always aay i punch hard.
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Fighter
General FictionImani thompson was never interested in putting on lipstick or being fancy like most girls at Westport middle school .she wasa fighter especially if you messed with her doritos
