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I'm sick of reading disclaimers seeing as people reading fanfics on should seriously get that.
Prologue: And this is why I hate school.
"So anyways I was like fuck off. Who . Are. You?" A mousy blonde screeched as she flicked her ridiculously long manicured tipped fingers in an annoyed dismissive manner.
Soon chants of "You should have like…totally put her in her place, Britney!" and "Oh my god! What. A. Freak!" rang out into the air until the sound of an authoritive cutting voice broke the scuttles of childish cheers.
"Ignoring the fact you arseholes are ruining my learning with random sprouts of your obvious depleted intelligence. Can you all like…" once the attention of the room had been attracted to a strange looking girl with grey eyes and brown skin.
"Fuck off!" she screeched in an overly false girly tone
Silence enveloped the classroom as even the teacher stopped teaching to glare at her in astonishment.
"I beg your pardon, Ms Azealia Dominique?" The fat, turkey throat looking, brown bug eyed looking man asked as he wiped the apparent build-up of shiny perspiration from the receding hairline of his salt and pepper coloured head.
"I'm enthusiastic about learning history and decided to admittingly and unoriginally express that in a present day take of grammatical propriety with a hint of vulgarity?" The girl responded with a hint of a smirk whilst looking at the teacher with an air of casual indifference
It was no secret the girl was disliked by the aging teacher as she was by her own peers as many of them took to either ignoring her presence or furthered their taunting of her in ways that did not get them into further trouble.
"I don't see why, she like even has to be in this room, Mr Adler. It's hardly even fair." The mousy blonde spoke up. When murmurs agreed with her she took this as a chance to continue.
"We all know the bitch cheats." she said muttered loud enough for the students surrounding her end of the room to hear although not so quietly for the snarky dark haired adolescent to conveniently ignore.
"Cheating? Why would I need to cheat? I'm a thirteen year old girl that was smart enough to upgrade my education to a stage that managed to push me further in my academic levelling which unfortunately placed me with dumb bitches like you. Although, I have to say the word cheating sounds rich coming from a peroxide blonde, nineteen year old girl turning twenty, with nothing to show for her obviously absent maturity in her high school career other than her minor tendencies to gain a few STD's and three baby daddy's paying for her materialistic needs than that of the children that were very unfortunate to be begotten upon you."
"Now that I have just given you a reason as to why the makeup of this whole entire grade using you; Britney Carter as a prime example of: failed genetic and biological material. Let me explain that Cheating, in the academic sense would be completely and utterly unreasonable and unnecessary for me as I am passing classes with flying colours and not on the verge of repeating high school like you are for the second time possibly going on your third time."
'Great 2 minutes until the bell rings' Azealia thought eying the clock with a smile before continuing her little speech and packing up her things.
Azealia chuckled.
"Oh! And you got smart kids to do your homework and assignments. I mean you fucking cheated and you're still here?"
BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGG!
'Saved by the bell' she smirked picking up her neatly packed things and walking out of the room leaving a stunned Mr Adler and a history class full of remaining 23 children.
"Hello?"
"Mom! Where the fuck are you?" Azealia shout whispered to refrain from capturing the attentions of the insulted peroxide blonde from last period history; whom of which just so happened to be waiting by the building across from café Azealia also just so happened to frequent when she was waiting for her mother on a shitty day.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I promised Janice…Oh you remember Ms Knightly? Well I promised I'd take her out for lunch since she's been so sad and lonely since Mr Knightly went on that business trip and well…long story short I think you're going to have to walk home today. If you get sick you won't have to go to school tomorrow" Ms Dominique responded laughing on the line at the various voices that Azealia was picking up
"What?! I don't care how menopausally sad that crazy old bitch gets. You. Have. To. Come. And. Pick. MY. ASS. UP" Azealia blew up frantically whilst still upkeeping her façade of indifference as she looked at one Britney Carter making a show of flexing her knuckles.
"Now now, honey. That's no way we young women should react to friends in need. Now obviously you're jealous you do not have the attentions of your loving mother to pick you up and-."
Cutting her mother off Azealia pinches the bridge of her nose slowly losing the calm composure she illustrated "Oh my fucking god. I am so fucking serious right now, mother. Ms Knightly is no young motherfucking woman. Okay?! And being jealous of an old crone like her is like being jealous of a morbidly obese, child on life support. So please cut this shit out for one day. Get off the pot and pick me up!"
"Oh honey! You're breaking u-."
Beeeeep
'Oh god my phone just died!' I thought frantically as I looked at the iPhone 4s in slight horror careful not to give any openings to the blonde across the street.
A sensation of curling fingers and nail digging acrylics slowly pulled me out of my little phone stare to look at Britney Carter who smiled a sickly sweet smile at my off put expression.
"My cousin owns this café. Told me you were here…Miss me bitch?" she asked blinking innocently
I shrugged. Swallowing lightly "To miss you would imply I actually like you. But I was never one for Barbies much less their wannabes. Hence the reason I preferred to live in reality and grow up, instead of living in the mindset of an obviously stereotypical blonde airhea-"I was cut off by soaring pain that drowned my conscious into a black abyss.
'I knew there was a reason I fucking hated school'