"Angel! That's not your uniform!" Mrs. Kingsley said as I walked in the building.
"Yeah, and?" I responded trying to ignore her
"Well why aren't you wearing your uniform?"
"It was dirty. I didn't wanna do the wash. So... I don't have my uniform,"
"That's unacceptable,"
"Its seems acceptable unless you wanna send me home all because of an outfit,"
"Here. Put this on at least," she said handing me a spare plaid skirt. I always wore the black pants from the uniform, but wearing a skirt kinda is fun. I feel more confident.
Looking in the mirror in the bathroom I tucked in my plain black shirt into my blue plaid skirt.
"Did Angel forget her clothes?" Abby Kingsley said walking into the bathroom. Her mother is the principal so she thinks she's better than everyone else.
It must be true though, because she's the most popular girl in school.
"Oops!" She laughed throwing her bottle of water on me.
"Go! I don't wanna catch the gay and go to hell," she hissed bitterly at me.
"I don't think the gays wanna catch you," I said walking out of the bathroom to go find troye.
As I was leaving Carmen walked in to the bathroom, "Hey Abby,"
How could someone like her be friends with someone like abby kingsley?
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"Sup bitch," I said to Troye like I do every morning when I meet him at his locker.
"Not much whore. How 'bout you?" He said laughing looking at my soaked shirt.
"Good except for the fact that Abby Kingsley splashed her water on me because she didn't want to 'catch the gay',"
"Oh my god she's so dumb," he whispered rolling his brightly colored eyes as he slammed his dark blue locker.
"Gasp! We do not say the lord's name in vain!" I said in a low mocking tone, causing troye to laugh.
"Shut up!"
"Never!"
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"Hey Carmen," Daniel said when I sat at my terribly uncomfortable desk next to him.
Our desks always reminded me of church pews the way we are all lined up in rows listening to Mr. Robins speak as if he's the priest.
The early morning light was golden as it poked through the window and illuminated the boring dusty classroom. We start our morning with a prayer then we sit and work at these uncomfortable desks all day until we go home. It's a small class of about 20 kids, and we stay as one class through our whole school career at St. Mary's Catholic School.
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