To Be Friends With A Reed

I have had it with this school! I think as I stand here, blank faced, listening to this Barbie drone on and on about how I better not try to steal her place as the queen of the school, with her freshly manicured nails pressed against my chest.

"Listen," I cut her off, flicking her finger away, "I don't care." With that, I calmly walk away. Or at least I tried to.

"Oh you did not just walk away from me!" She shrieked, outraged, grabbing my shoulder.

"Barbie. You move your hand or I rip it off." I seethed, turning my head to face her, a deadly glare setting my features.

"DID YOU JUST THREATEN ME!?

Whether or not it was the lack of respect for my personal face, or the fact that her voice really pissed me off, I don't know. All I know is only seconds after she screamed I landed a clean hit to her jaw, knocking her to the ground out cold.

God her voice is annoying...I thought before noticing that a crowd had formed. That wouldn't have bothered me if Mr. Barbie A.K.A. the Principal wasn't in the front staring dead at me.

"Reed," He said slowly, "MY OFFICE! NOW!"

And that folks, is how I managed to get kicked out of the last school in the state willing to take me. First days suck!