Issues

"Ms. South, do you have any idea why you're sitting here in my office?" Ms. Getty (short for get-the-fk-out-of-my-face) asked, putting her hands together to look professional.

Screw her and all those books on how to be a pro on her bookshelf.

She's below real professional standards.

"Nope. No clue." I clicked my tongue and made a oops-u-gonna-have-to-do-better-than-that face.

I've heard about those psychological-crap but I'm not like all cliche "tough on the outside, soft on the inside" people who listen to crappy songs and cry in their sleep, I don't break that easy.

This is the 21st century! Just because we've outdone ourselves and started growin real hearts doesn't mean we're any different from back then.
The world still has its bitches including me. (but they should lessen their population cuz im meeting more and more of my own kind and we dont really get along)

Oh, this isn't the first time I got sent to the principal's office.
Well, to this office, yes it's my first and there are many principal offices' I've been in but hey, you won't see me looking miserable.

"Ms. South- Ms- are you even listening to me?" Ms. Getty interrupted my "me" time.

Everyone knows not to interfere when I'm lost in my thoughts. Even the ice cream man knows not to ask me for the money I need to pay when I'm busy enjoying my ice cream in ice cream land.

He didn't at first. Good thing he learnt something from me and didn't try the second time.

This bitch knows nothing.

BUT I'm on a "good day" which means I'm off my period so I'll let it slide.

"Ms. South-" She took off her glasses. "Why did you attack Ms. Brooke?"

"I didn't. She was too stupid to see a banana peel on the floor which caused her to slip and fall."

Not my fault she 'brooke' her own neck. (See what I did there? Not funny? Well I didn't exactly ask you to laugh. I asked you if you saw what I did, imbecile.)

She sighed. "Amber South, you are here because you attacked someone because of a borrowed eraser."