I romp through the tall grass, angry and with a tissue dripping with red at my nose. Who knew PEST had the football team's coach as her boyfriend? I sure didn't. That guy has a very strong right hook. Erin casually walks behind me, telling me what I did wrong and never to pick fights again. He's like a parent I swear.
My camera is in my other hand.
"UGHHHHH!!!!!" I scream, "I HATE PENNY EVELYN SADIE TERRI!!! I HATE HEERRRR!!!!!" I keep shouting.
The area around me, which is ramping up to a pathway to the edge of a cliff, echoes the harsh words. Erin gives me a 'You-are-so-gonna-die-if-you-continue' look. I told Erin we were doing my photography project near the cliff, and that my mum had given us sushi and biscuits, which is probably the only reason he came. I discard the tissue in the grass, as my bloody nose had stopped, and I begin to take photos.