Disclaimer: I don't own Scooby-Doo or any other characters, it all belongs to its rightful owners, the only thing that's mine is the story, one I hope you guys like, lol.
Daphne Blake was bored. Extremely bored, you could say that maths and her didn't get on well and that was since...2 days? Since her nemesis, the only guy who actually deserved being stabbed with the heels of one of her expensive pair of Italian shoes had picked up on her, just another time, telling her she was a sucker at maths while she actually had better marks than him in the particular subject.
- Hey, Blake heard you can't even figure 1+1?, he'd thrown at her, his blue eyes piercing through her, full of mischief and a thirst for victory. His "buddies" from the football team all around him, laughed like stupid gawky clowns, their laughter echoing in the hallway of Coolsville high. He'd chosen the wrong time, she'd just found out she'd barely passed in Spanish and he knew it. She stopped to a halt and moved to face him. Her pretty face was red, with anger...no that was too gentle a word, wrath would be more suitable.
-FOR YOUR INFORMATION ITS SIX! , she had shouted hotly, at first everyone had turned silent, realisation had struck through her when she had heard the ripples of laughter, and mustering what little was left of her dignity, she had walked down the hallway to attend her English classes. He really did anything he could to be on her black list. Before she met him, she hadn't quite actually had one, but since they'd met he'd filled all the 10 spaces on her list. Fred Jones really did what he could to bring her misery and she did all she could to give it back to him.
And now, the maths class had become hell, with everyone calling her "Simple Six", contrary to what most people thought, Daphne was a brilliant kid, though not in every subject, but usually when she liked something she was top at it. As the sound of the bell rung through her ears, Daphne packed all her stuff and walked as quickly as elegance could afford up to where James, her chauffeur and butler usually waited for her. After a curt nod and a "Good afternoon Miss", the old man held the door of the limousine opened for her and she entered the vehicle.
-Yo! So wassup dude? Shouted Daphne to her chauffeur, once in the car, she really liked annoying him by talking like this, especially when she knew the man was strictly attached to an old education. Then she stopped chitchatting with the gray-haired fellow and thought of what she would do once home, her laptop. It was all she could think of, she was a fierce addict of the internet and she was proud to be one,too.
Yeah I know that was sort of short but...You'll get more next chapter... R&R please,constructive criticism or any other thing is welcomed lol =P