Abby sneered at her weredog enemy. "Oh thank goodness you're here Mrs. Thompson! Abby was threatening me with violence!"
The teacher scolded Abby and led her away. I protested, but she ignored me.
"Serves her right," the sour blonde said, leaning up against her locker.
"Bottle-blonde," I lashed out at her.
"Idiot," she shot back.
"Priss."
"Dork-lover"
"Snig!"
"Mocha-brain!"
"Two-faced toad!"
"Half-wit!"
"Quarter-wit!"
"Huh?" she asked, confused.
"HA!" I laughed in her face. Then I turned on my heel, leaving her defeated.