pancake[Me]: Shit we had homework?!

Marge[Amber]: FMLf

Homer[Asher]: Srsly?

Lisa[Zac]: Uh...who changed my username?

Marge: What was it?

pancake: Make rat poison successfully, with substances in your kitchen

I pooped[Mia]: Uh...can we acknowledge the fact that I did my homework?

Me; Mia, you goody no shoes, you always do your homework

Marge: Now we're going to get into trouble thanks a lot

Homer: You could have at least told us

I pooped: I had no idea, I thought you'd done it

Lisa: Mia, babe, are we the types to do our homework?

Me: Lisa has a point *ft me dying from laughing*

Lisa: Shut up

Homer: Where's the stale bread today?

Me: Ryan's gone awhol

Marge: Oh...how was your date

Lisa: Oooo

I pooped: There was a date?

Homer: Spill the tea girrrl

Marge: ...Asher?

Lisa: ...

pancake: No beans sorry...bye

In truth, I have no idea where Ryan is. 

I don't wanna think about last night....

........no

We're all located somewhere in the school, too lazy to look up from our screens.

 I'm in the hallway alone aside from people crowding around me.

Brandy's coming in my direction. 

Ugh the ugly fake blonde with her false eyebrows and false boobs.

I hate that bitch, during our last poisons class she put my hair over the lit Bunsen burner trying to set me on fire.

Yes...my hair.

 Well, it's recovering.

 I just need to get my revenge then I'll forget about her.

"Well if it isn't the slut herself." She walks right into my face with her red bottom 9 inch heels she is barely waddling in.

"Yes, you called bitch?" She rolls her eyes and pulls out a sparkly pen.

 "What are you going to do? Write on me?" I ask barely containing my laughter.

She looks around quickly, takes the lid off with her teeth and presses her forearm against my neck, forcing me to collide with my locker. 

Ok, this is pissing me off. 

Something shiny, oh...it's a tiny blade.

Her eyes are wild with excitement as she slowly traces the knife down my cheek to my collarbone.

 My blood pumps so slowly, it's alarming. I'm used to this shit.

She presses it hard against my neck and says, "Stay away from Ryan. He's mine."

I can't help but laugh.

 I laugh so hard the blade pierces my skin hurting a little but it's just a prick. 

My burst of amusement startles her making her lower the penknife slowly.

I'm not with Ryan is what I want to say but I'm in school so, "Bitch, you're not the one who's going to wear that ring. You are not going to walk down the aisle."

People are watching us now. 

Wrong move girl, you've got another thing coming.

 She recovers masking her surprise with a grin and kicking me in the shin.

I lose my balance a bit. 

Now I'm mad, I love the pain though it fuels my appetite to make her feel the way I do.

I laugh again, you see this is very funny. 

She thinks that she's the only one that can go psycho. Wrong again.

I get up and look at her smug face, tilt my head. 

"Brandy, have you ever had a nose job. Well after this you'll need your entire face re-re-constructed." Her stupid look fades as she realizes all too late.

My forehead collides with her face and I watch as she stumbles backwards and lands on her non-existent ass.

 "OOOOH!" the crowd goes wild.

Her face is so bloodied, she actually looks almost better that she did before.

She sits up, feels her jaw and looks at her bloody fingers. 

Her hands tremble as her body rests and heaves rapidly and there goes the banshee. She screeches up 8 falsettos in three seconds.

We all cover our ears as she screams. "Ow! Ow! You bitch, my teeth! My fa...face." Asher, Mia, Amber and Zac wade through the crowd and everybody does the most logical thing at this moment, they all laugh at her.

Perfect! 

Ryan comes into view, where have you been.

 He looks down at the grotesque sight in front of me and then at me shocked. 

I cross my arms and grin wickedly.

He walks over looking frustrated at me and says, "What did you do?"

 I roll my eyes.

"Clearly you can see what I did."

"Angel, why would you do this?" and I say pouting, "She was being mean." He looks at me again as if I didn't answer, I stretch my neck so he can see the wound.

He places his hand on my neck frowning. He's getting angry, "Are you okay."

I scoff, wow he's concerned about me. "Really am I the one you should be worrying about?" I say gesturing to an almost unconscious ass on the floor.

"She started it." He smiles and pulls me into a hug. 

WTF?

 I give in, partly because I'm in a good mood and because this relationship has to stay believable.

"At least you dealt with her."

"Angel! Angel! Angel!" People are chanting my name all of a sudden. 

This feels good.

 What a way to start my day.

"What happened here?!!!!!!" 

 Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!That voice. 

My blood runs cold as silence fills the room. 

Fuck. Fuck!FUCK!!!!

Everyone scrambles, soon it's just me, the squad, Ryan and the bleeding girl. 

Oh and headmaster Chen.

He skinned a student once, the rumors say.

 He's our Zen teacher, torture instructor and we do not need torture.

His glare sticks daggers in my skull even though we're all looking down.

 I hear him walking towards me with deliberate steps.

That's when I start ranting, "Sir, she tried to slit my throat...last week she burned my hair...I can explain...I lost mmm...m..my..my temper and..." 

"Silence! You will only speak when asked!"

"Lee, take this girl to the infirmary."

That's not his name.

Wth.

I thought that he was his uncle.

 "Yes sir." Zac picks her up quickly and leaves the room probably scared to death.

I think death would be great.

 Ah shit, why didn't I fake illness and stay home?

 Because you don't think rationally dumb dumb.

"You! Do not assault fellow students understand me?" he says looking up at my downturned eyes.

 It's kind of weird considering how short I am.

"Understood sir." His beard is so close up I can see a tiny strand of noodles buried in it. Don't feel, conceal. 

"Detention today D'Amelio."

"Yes sir." We wait patiently for him to leave until we all breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Duude that was dope." Amber says lighting her cigarette.

 Asher shrugs and pulls out a weed pipe from his blazer. How'd he even?

"Yeah but you're totally screwed. No one's been in detention since like the 70's." 

What?

 "What's the big deal? Won't I be scrubbing the toilets and all?"

Amber giggles and walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder looks me right in the eye, "Sweety are you high? If you aren't then you're totally screwed." Says the girl sharing pot with her bae, that is unhealthy.

Now I'm getting scared.

 The bell rings and Ryan wraps an arm around my waist and walks me to class.

 Why though?

 "Did you do poison's homework?" I ask him trying to make conversation.

"What homework?" You guessed it...we're all screwed.

You totally guessed it.

Yup...

I'm always right

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