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✩ 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝗖. ✩
✩ 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟰, 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝟴𝘁𝗵, 𝗪𝗲𝗱, 𝗧𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗮, 𝗢𝗸. ✩
"SCARLETT, this is one of the best yet," My best friend, Alyssa, spoke.
We met in second grade and immediately became best friends.
"You betcha'," I smirked.
"What if we get caught and get sent to detention."
"Detention isn't that bad," I smeared super glue on the principal's seat.
I'm Scarlett, aka your normal greaser girl. Leather jacket, converse, ripped jeans, switchblade, etcetera.
But, I'm the most popular greaser in school.
"Shh she's coming," I grabbed Alyssa's hand and hid under the desk.
"Rookie move," Alyssa chuckled.
"Oh shut your trap," I said and she just laughed quietly.
The principal walked in and she slowly walked to her chair.
"Scarlett? Alyssa? Where are you two," Principal Harp gritted.
She sat down on her chair not ready to be stuck on it.
Then she started swinging her feet and hit me in the face.
"Ow!" I put my hand on my nose.
"Get out here!"
I groaned and me and Alyssa got out from underneath the desk.
"What are you girls doing?!"
"We just wanted to sit there," I said with a straight face.
She took a slip of paper and started writing down things.
"Both of you. Detention. Now," She handed me the slips.
"But we didn't do anything," I handed the slip to Alyssa.
"Just go," She pointed to the door.
"I kind of forgot where it is," I scratched my neck.
"You're like the queen of detention. You probably know everything in Will Rogers High," She kept pointing to the door.
"Kayyy'," I put my hands up in defense and walked out with Alyssa.
