Once upon a high school

Jasmine

It didn't hurt. It was disrespectful. Seriously, a slap only lasts a few seconds, but the aftermath of dis-respect can last a lifetime. I was just done with Tink making me feel like crap.

"Now, I'm going to ask you to answer this calmly. Who started the conversation?" Asked principle Walt.

"I just accidentally tripped her and-"

"No! That's not true! You tripped me and called me a slu-"

"Girls! I said calmly! Now, I will here one story at a time. Tinkerbell, you can speak first." I groaned.

"Well first of all, I go by Tink, and ONLY Tink. Second, she was just walking and I accidentally tripped her! And then she just spazzed out, I don't know!" I just looked at her with my death glare. She is the biggest liar. What does she have against me?

"Okay, now what do you, Jasmine, have to say?" Walt looked sincere. He was a nice guy, but man was he on my nerves right now.

"Okay, so I was walking down the hall, minding my own business, when suddenly she walks up and slides her leg right in front of me! I was on the ground and she literally said, 'Oh look, the tough little slut has fallen!" I said in my most annoying, bitchy voice. Cause you know, Tink is a bitch.
"Honestly, I was just defending myself!" I pointed out. Principle Walt was looking at both of us, trying to decide what he should do. Tink was just trying to fix her stupid high bun. Everything about her annoyed the shit out of me!

"Well ladies, I honestly think that there should be no suspension, but you both know that you need punishment. That will be cleaning up the biology rooms for the rest of the week." Tink whined, while I just sighed. The biology rooms smelt disgusting, but it's better then suspension.

"You may go back to your classes." He told us. I got up and briskly walked out of the room. Right when I opened the door I saw Mulan waiting there.

"So, you punched Tink?"

"No, but I wish I did."

"Dang it! I wanted her 'precious' nose to be broken!" Mulan said while laughing. We both started walking towards the main hall before I thought of something.

"Hey, you just wanna play hookie?" I smirked at her. She just started laughing.

"We haven't done that in forever! I might of lost my touch."

"You could never lose your touch! You are the best liar in the whole school!"

"Say that again?"

"Ha. ha. Actually, let's get out of here."

"Fine. We'll do... plan four." Me and Mulan had different scenarios for ditching school. For instance, number nine was pretend there was a family member in the hospital that had lost blood from falling on a glass vase, and Mulan was the only one in the family that matched their blood type, so she had to be there instantly. Yeah, we had to get specific. Teachers usually fall for it when you give specific information when you're in 'panic'. Whenever teachers didn't fall for it, and asked if they could talk to a legal guardian, I was her aunt in most situations.

We were going to do step four, which was fairly simple. Fake throw up.

"Did you bring any food?" I asked Mulan.

"Please, I always have food. I have apple sauce, brownies, and gold fish."

"Perfect!" We ran up to her locker and took all of the ingredients. We went to the bathroom and Mulan started chomping everything in her mouth, spat it out, and repeated until all of her food was gone. I walked into the stall.

"Well, it looks like shit."

"But it doesn't smell like shit." We stood there trying to think of a plan, when I remembered the present I got for Mulan on her birthday last month.

"Do you still have that vomit fragrance oil in your back pack?" She looked over at me and had a huge beam on her face. She ran out of the bathroom, and about 30 seconds later came back with a bottle the size of her fist.

"I'm so glad I don't clean out my backpack now! Where did you get this anyway? This was the coolest present ever!" She asked.

"At this old joke store I would always go to when I was little." We both just laughed and poured some of the liquid into the crap bucket. Wow, that was pretty good for a crappy joke store. It almost smelt exactly like vomit.

"Put some on you!" She groaned and wiped some on her neck. Once she did a little stretch, she transformed her body to make it look like she was about to pass out.

"Okay." She said in a sick voice. "Let's go."

Once we walked to the desk the secretary looked very cautious.

"Oh dear! Are you alright?" She asked. She had purple glasses and was wearing a cat sweater.

"I just threw up."

"I'm supposed to take her home, just in case." I added. The cat lady nodded and typed a few things on her computer.

"You can go now! I hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you!" Me and Mulan walked out of the doors and to my car. Once we got in we both sighed with relief.

"God, that was too easy." Mulan said. I just laughed and drove away from the hell that we managed to escape.