Live, Laugh, Love

Chapter 3 "I sound like a sexy hyena, not a camel you asshat."

Seraphina MacDonald

The tires crunched on the gravels of Emmeline’s car as she pulled into the school's parking lot with both Gabbi and I.

School? Again? Somebody should just kill me.

End this shit.

We exit the car, each of us slamming the door shut, then trotted through the school's glass doors and ventured into the school halls.

I need a wheelchair. All this walking is too much.

“So. ” Gabbi started, “How are you liking the school so far? ” she swiftly dodged a random dude that was stupid enough to skate in a hallway yelling ‘I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!! I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY!!!!’ . “WATCH IT YA DUMB-BLONDE!!”she yelled at him.

I chortled at her as she rolled her eyes, running a hand through her Sandy blonde hair, “Aren't you blonde? ”

“Fight me. ” she says jokingly, punching me in my upper arm. I groaned, rubbing the sore spot as we stopped by her locket first, “But seriously. How do you like it here. ”

Well first things first. Is this girl a wrestler or something? I think she broke my arm…. I feel like a handicapped robot. Or potato...hehehe.

Aren't I just the funniest person alive?

Secondly….

I don't like it here at all. Its school. Who the hell likes school?

“Well for starters. ” I say, “What stupid idiot would like school? Is that even possible?”

Emmeline chuckled from beside me, “That's true. I mean, when I just started here, my first thought was to burn this place down. And it got worst when my cousin and his group of Dickbutts decided to show up. ”

I'm not even gonna comment.

Wow this cousin sounds worst than my half-brother, Kieran.

One time, mom decided to leave me with my dad and his new wife for the summer. That's where I met my younger half-sister  Joanna, my half-brother Kieran and my older half-sister Aaliyah.

Kieran MacDonald is a complete cockalorum. I have a mental hit list and his name is at the top. Nothing he does will ever move him from there. Unless he gives me food and does my chores for a month.

Joanna will be in Junior high in two more years. You couldn't find a smarter and more mature girl than her, which is annoying because whenever I say something smart, she finds some way to prove that it's not.

The things I say aren't really smart so I guess you understand why.

I'm grateful for Ally and Ally only. She taught me the make up tricks that I know, how to dress and match colors, and the whole glow up procedure that made me look so...me.

The only thing she couldn't help with was my shyness. I'm stuck with that shit like a fly in a fricking spiderweb.

Once we grabbed our stuff from our lockers, we ventured to AP History class. It was a lonnnnngggggeeeerrrrr walk to class than yesterday and that's all courtesy to Gabbi and Emma who wanted to talk with me longer.

It. Was. Complete. Torture.

By the time we arrived, I was breathing like I was running from Congress after finally assassinating Donald Trump.

(A/N: I hope I'm not offending any Trump lovers. If so, I'm sorry. :’). )

Speaking of…. What is Congress by the way?