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Bad girl meets bad boy

Bad girl meets bad boy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Dec 31, 2018
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I walk in the bathroom to see Katie Write, the bitch of the school. I go to wash the green paint of my hands. Then I dry them. Katie is still in the same position she was when I had green paint on my hands. "What do you want, Katie?" "Nothing besides you crying." She made me mad as hell but through all the shit I've been through, I can beat a bitch. She walks up to me, slaps me in the face and laughs. I pull my hand back, and brake her nose. Then one of her minions screamed loud enough for the entire school to hear. By this time I got detention.
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