"Yay, Monday, so great," said Molly. We all laughed at her sarcastic joke. Mrs.Ches is my science teacher. She is a science freak, all she wants to do is projects and my parents aren't a big fan of her either because we have to spend all that money on project materials."I have Mrs.Ches today ugh!"I complained."You'll be fine said Oliver. Cal just rolled his eyes as he laughed."What are you laughing at pretty boy?" Cristina commented. As Cal started to talk here came Brittany and all her little minions."Oh look, the mental table,"Brittany said."OK THAT IS ENOUGH! I'M SICK OF YOUR FREAKING ATTITUDE! ALL YOU DO IS MESS WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT SO SHUT UP AND WALK AWAY OR STAY AND I'LL SMACK YOU TO THE GROUND!" Brittany's mouth dropped and she ran off crying."Wow, good job slick,"Cal said Wowed. I just felt that in my heart and it was burning so I said it and, I don't care what happens.
*TIME PASSES*
Well, after that I had my class and Me and Brittany ended up in the principals office. I sat there with my arms crossed and my feet tapping. Brittany sat there putting on make-up and popping her lip gloss. It was disgusting because all I heard was pop pop pop. Finally I said,"Will you stop popping your lips!". Brittany looked at me with a evil look on her face and went pop. I grabbed that girls hair and yanked it as hard as I can."Ouch!" Brittany started crying. "Oh my god what a cry baby!" I thought. Principal Jaset came in confused. Shayleigh Deel? What are you doing in my office?"She *sniffle* was mean to me and she yanked my hair *sniffle* *weap* ". What is this 2nd grade, this is 8th grade GROW UP!! "Why would you do this Mrs.Deel?" "Well, the smarting off to her part, her and her other little friends bully Me and my friends and I..I got tired of it and stood up". "Mhm," murmured Principle Jaset. "THAT IS A LIE! This is what happened: Me and my friends were just walking to class and Shayleigh and her friends came up to us and just started yelling for no reason!". I can't believe what I am hearing. This chicken of getting in trouble is just making up crap. "Principal Jaset she is l-," He cut me off. "I believe......Shayleigh",. Thank you god, Hallelujah! "What? Wait but but!" Stuttered Brittany. We left and Bratty Brittany didn't for once get the last word.
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I'm Sick of It!!!!
Teen FictionHi, I'm Shayleigh and I'm sick of being bullied because of how I look. I was 13, my dad took me to the park to play with my brother while mom was at work. And we were throwing a small blue football around. My dad over through it, so I went to go get...
