The A Team

Chapter 3: All of the Nosy Cucumbers Want the Gossip

GOOD MORNING MY LOVLEY LEPRECHAUNSSS!!!...OR AFTERNOON...OR EVENING...WHATEVER THE HECK IT IS WHERE YOU ARE... GOOD-insert words here-... YA.

Thank you for reading, and here you go for the next Chappy!!! I STUCK TO MY DEADLINE THIS TIME!!!!!!💁*throws confetti everywhere making the queen of England mad*

EH WHATEVA!!! LUV U!!!!! GUY ON THE SIDE IS ACE!!!! ENJOY!...?😋
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Angel's P.O.V.

I try to get up from my lunch seat, but not without freezing as everyone's eyes are on me... looking at me like I either have seven heads, three legs, I just committed a major felony, or they're just trying to contain their amusement... Especially Ace...

Yay life.

The room is silent. Mainly because all of the nosy cucumbers want the gossip, or want to find out why in monkey-land am I being sent to the principal/warden's office.

This is one of those times when you just want to chop everyone's head off with a blunt axe.

I make my way to the doors of the "cafeteria" -pfft more like kill-zone- awkwardly and step outside into the halls, but not without hearing a whistle and an agonizing voice criticize me, again.

The sound fills my eardrums and just makes me want to puke inside some sparkly rainbow bucket... Hey, don't judge I had it when I was six.

"Good luck out there Sunflower. Wouldn't want the devil to be stepping on your toes. I'll pray for you."

Well at least I know I won't have to deal with him when we are both dead and I am up in heaven far away from that, that, that evil, cocky, mentally programmed with the biggest ego ever, Ace Griffin.

Before I actually know what I am doing I turn back into the lunchroom, grab an iced tea out of some random nosy cucumbers hand, pour it all over the head of the devil-Ace-, and then slam the cup down on the table in front of him.

"You might want to consider watching what foul thing you're thinking of saying before it actually leaves your disgusting mouth."

Woah! I mentally did an extremely happy dance in my head with a Jamaican man playing the bongos. That's the first time I've ever... literally ever, stood up for myself against Ace. Sure, if you're anyone else I will normally give you quite a bit of my mind, but when it comes to Ace I'm smarter. I know when not to do things. Which is always because normally he will find a horrible way to get me back. Whether it were publicly, (The most common choice), or he just ruins my personal life to the point where eating the butterfly poop actually sounds appetizing. Normally I am smart enough not to mess with the little peanut brain inside of that thick skull of his...

Well thanks a lot for saving my butt today commonsense. Note my sarcasm.

By the time I come of my "happy" thoughts, I am surprised to find myself knocking on the warden's door.

The evil lunch-box-fish herself opens the door and escorts me inside of her death-lair...(office).

Now it hits me. I am inside evil-dark-fairy territory! AHHH!!! There are pinned butterflies on the wall in frames! I knew it! The beans are butterfly poop!

All of those poor, precious butterflies! I can't believe that all of the proof is right here! I should take a picture of this and send it to Anna.-

Sugarcoated cookie nuggets! I forgot my phone! - Wait that sugarcoated cookie nugget sounds kind of good...

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I know this chappy was short but I like it so yeah....

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