The messed up love story
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Etiquetashumor
Is there an important conversation that I am interrupting Ms. Smith?" Mr.Grill asked annoyed
"Oh my F****n god" I said under my breath.
"Excuse me?" He said impatiently.
"No sir, and I am sorry for interrupting your precious lesson" I retorted back
The class snickered.
"There is no need for sarcasm young lady, unless you would like to meet the principle?" he said
"I'm good" I replied
By then he gave up on talking to me and went back to teaching.
"Psst" I heard from behind
I turned around slowly hoping it wasn't someone asking me for a pencil. That tends to happen often. I guess I am the designated pencil giver, since that's all people ask from me.
"Yeah?" I asked raising a brow.
"Why so rude to the old man?" The one and only Peyton Meyor asked.
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