Murmurs and whisper erupted as the seventeen year old blonde girl enter the room, she's wearing a very short skirt, her red panty almost peeking, Just one slight bend and her butt cheeks will see the crowd of studend that part as if the queen of england enter the room. With a white halter neck oyster white top. Her hips sway as he strode, her high heel shoes echoed as it touch rythmiticaly on the tiled floor, with chin up, chest out she walked gracefuly uncaring of her sorrounding.
Murmuring continues.
"i heard she was the reason behind the mayors divorce"
"i saw her slap poor old lady in the flea market the other day"
"i heard Anson fucked her in the public park the other day"
"i wish she expell her"
The whisper continue but the blonde girl continue walking as if she's walking the runway.
Then she stopped infront of a three beautiful girls wearing a smug look on her face,
The three seem unthreatend they faced her bravely.
No words exchanged
Everyone watch
Then the tall girl in the middle colapsed without being touched and started shaking. Bubbles erupted her mouth,
The chaos begin the other two girls let out a ear piercing scream.
But then the blonde girl was gone.
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the fakest
Humormeet devon the fakest girl you'll ever met, beware you've been warned.
