"Glad you could join us, Ms.-?" I can hear the sarcasm dripping into her words.
"Courtney. Courtney Lisme." I stare at my feet.
"Well-?" Well, what?!?! What was I supposed to be doing...
"Ms. LISME!! Take a SEAT!!" Ooohhh. That is what I supposed to be doing!
A boy in the back whistled. "Blonde moment!" He muttered, chuckling. I remembered his face from somewhere. Where?
My thoughts were abruptly interrupted. "Ms. Lisme, there is a seat by Ms. Abner. Take it. Now."
Whoa, did he just say....say.....say ABNER?! Like, Abner as in Hailey Abner?
As in I-hate-you Hailey?
Mrs. Des let's out a weird growly noise. Like a choking werewolf. I scurry to the seat. I avoid eye contact with the girl (possibly I-hate-you Hailey!) and listen to the boring stuff spilling from Mrs. Des' mouth. I noticed her plump stomach. Sheesh, she must weigh like, 200 lbs right now!! I giggle. Hailey-or whomever is next to me scowls. I peek at her face.
Olive skin.
Auburn hair.
Cotton candy scent.
It's HAILEY!!
"Class dismissed!"
I snap back to attention, and get trampled by my 21 other class mates. Ouch.
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Mock Me
RomanceI am supposed to be popular. But, NOOO! The most popular girl from grade school-- Hailey Abner-- just HAS to transfer to my knew school ( Where I was the most popular 6th Grader), Sosmer Middle School. Great. Just great. This'll be interesting!
