Can't Catch Me

The girls

I'm going to kill them. They think they are so amazing, with their expensive clothes and pretty hair and make up. I can hear them whispering. "Look at her!" They whispered "can she even afford proper clothes?" "Her hair has so many spilt ends! Who has brown hair anymore anyway?" " She doesn't even wear makeup!" I just kept walking. Cindy with her long blond hair and pouty lips, Macy with her red hair and big brown eyes and Natasha with her great white smile and a kind laugh made up what I called the "Slut Squad". They live to torment me. All their boyfriends are players in the football team and they all have family in high places. At least you get good grades. I thought to myself, desperately. The'll probably end up as Mexican Trash pick up guys. I kept walking but I could still hear them. I speed up. "Hey bitch!" I heard Cindy call out to me. I kept walking. Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder and I was spun around. For someone in 10 inch high heals she can move pretty fast, when she can be bothered. "I'm talking to you bitch" she said as she leaned in closer to me. "Really?" I asked, feinting surprise. "I thought you were talking to one of the sluts that always follow you around. My apologies" I was about to turn around when I felt a slap blossom on my face. I blinked a few times and felt heat start to flare in my hands and face. I clenched my fists and looked away, counting to 10. "What's the matter, bitch?" Cindy said sweetly with her hands on her hips. "Can't take the heat?" By now a small crowd had gathered in a circle around us. I'll give you heat. I thought. Real heat.