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• Highway Out Of Her Mind •

The class was soon dismissed and Corinne was given pitiful smiles and encouraging jokes after the incident in the class earlier that morning. She simply laughed at them, as usual. Although she seemed happy in school, no one really knew what she had to go through. She always sugar-coated everything in laughter. It was a great backup whenever she was really sad. Oh, why did he have to leave them. These were the thoughts that went through her mind everyday.

Corinne's POV.

"Glad that class ended, pshh, Mrs. Delia is such a twat, full of threats but empty with concequences. Hah! And she thought i was going to detention." I cheerfully beamed at my best ( and only ) friend, Katriece.

"Oh! Detention for you Miss Peters! Now shut your yappers, we have pointless Math problems to do!" Katriece mimicked Mrs. Delia's thick welsh accent.

"Hah! I have a thick accent and beard! I love snapping at people too! Bleh bleh bleh," was my pathetic attempt at mimicking Mrs Delia.

"You suck at impressions Corinne. I get why Mrs. Delia gave you detention. If I was her I would too!"

"You swallow." I retaliated.

"And you gag."

"Woah! Woah! No need for turning this conersation into some shitty smut fanfiction Katriece!"

"You little shit-waffle-

The schoolbell rang and cut off Katriece with her string of playful insults at me. "Thank you schoolbell!" I silently praise as I walked into my second class, sticking out my tongue at Kat. She snickers and walks the other direction to her other class.

...

I opened my locker, dumping all my heavy books in it and heaved a sigh of relief that school was over.

Earlier, due to the sheer lack of luck, I had to bump into the most annoying tryhard hipster, yet increduously school-famous, caked-face skanks of this entire school. I mean, they cannot compare to the Plastics of Mean Girls -solely because they aren't that pretty nor smooth - but oh boy, they sure are annoying. Probably more annoying than that occasional fly that decides to climb your leg every now and then. Instead of sucking blood they enjoyed sucking dick. They were sitting on the seats of the cafeteria in their usual seats looking at me and judging me.

"Oh hey, flatass," Courtney, one of the fakes, commented.

I sat on her lap and said, "Oh I'm sorry, didn't notice you were there considering you blended in with the plastic of the chair, honey."

I mentally high-fived myself at that sick-ass burn. Her overlord, Ashlee Morisson, or more preferrably to herself, The Ashlee Morrisson, looked at me disgusted, but we all know I won here. The Ashlee Morisson, as when in defeat, hairflipped and stormed off. I rolled my eyes. I stood up, freeing the poor peasant from my fine ass. The tryhard scuttled away, occassionally tripping in her hundred-inch heels.

"Hey Ashlee! Stop hairflipping, it's spreadding your dandruff to everyone!" I yelled. I felt pleased when the cafeteria erupted in laughter.

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Author's Note:

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-T1JG

Hi I hope you like this ayee. I edited it quite a bunch. Heh, sorry. Anyway, this chapter is rathe short, so I wil write the next one myself and make it longer. :)

- amazingalpacalypse