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Eat- Yō Sandwich
(Lunch)
It is a foot long;
Ha- better than six inches, said Maddie. Karly- Suck on your meatballs…
‘You should know you’ve done both.’ Some girl down the table- said.
Let’s talk about books, said Olivia.
God just shot me in the head, so I can die, ha- hey see the sped?
Nice- book’s- Maddie- ha!
Karly- I think movies like Twilight freaking suck, (Throwing both middle fingers in the air making a skilling face.) The sporting actress made fame, what it is. Look at her and the look at that, what is- that, I love Anna Kendrick?
Teach walking by saying that a mother-week Barns.
Liv- I think she would have made a better Bella, than the girl with no personality, yet that’s the book I read that thing and it was painful.
I guess that my assignment in life is over my Karly kiss my ass where it is brown and holy!
And that another one, sure it is… Suck my clit.
No!
Yes, you want to! (Sexy eyes)
That's it- you're expelled-
Good now I can party and have some fun sleeping and not doing this crap, so you're going to punish me by not being here, freak yeah!
The towing sickness of a teacher whose name is Mr. Abdèlaziz Okay smart-ie, in-school suspension, then right.
Karly- Freaking-, ho-bag, psycho, b*tch, p*ssy-tart- cunt! Under her breath.
(She gets taken out by her hair, by the officer what’s his name, roughly, I might add.)
Like who paints a room all black, and faces the desks at the wall, where you could only piss two times… no air to speak of and some fat ass smelling like crap farting up and down the five by thirdly long skinny room, next to you is what… I got six out of seven freaking hours, all week I might add.
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(Flashback)
I love bands that are not cool so what do you do here?
Freak yeah, at least I made it as one of our dumb ho’s… in a short skirt that shows nothing under it, to think I made it, wow good to think… you think I am good enough to be the same look, and size or whatever, yet you can’t say the N-word or a knotty little swore ward… Yet- yet- teachers can call me every name you can think of… in the urban book of crap, like I cannot even wear a tank… without a bra in the halls, yet, this girl can… do you see all the bouncing, and nipples pointing, at you, I sure do?
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