"Oh God, I can't be late to biology again!" I think frantically to myself as I run down the hallway with folders and books swaying about as my feet pound the tile.
As my pace slows, I hear the click of heels and the sound of perfectly ironed charcoal black velvet swishing through the air - the sound of Emily Anderson walking behind me. I can almost see the smirk on her face.
"I'm not dealing with her today. My main priority right now is getting across the school in the next two minutes," I mumble.
Apparently, I " mumbled" loud enough for Queen Bee Emily to hear me.
"What's that, loser?" she asks dramatically, popping her pink bubble gum in my face.
Somehow, I muster up the courage to retort with, "I said that I'm not dealing with you today. I have bigger things to worry about."
At this, she threw her perfectly straight hair over her velvet covered shoulder and let out a dainty little giggle, almost like she was showing off that she even laughed better than me.
"Just wait until after class," she said, a smirk spreading across her thin face, "I swear I will -"
The bell cut her off, my cue to run. If the school bell hadn't rung, I would've rung her bell.
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Hell School
RandomChristine Russell is entering her first year of high school. But, it's different. It all started with her homeroom teacher not being there. Normal, right? She does her research and soon finds out that the substitute has something to hide.
