She walked over to her locker, trying to unlock it. She ended up breaking a nail, and she looked sadly at her broken nail, then looking at the other nine cheap acrylic nails that she had done herself, "The day's just started, and everything is going wrong already!" she said to herself.
Mipsy sauntered over to her locker, "Ooo….are you ok, Courtney?" she said, her voice oozing with mock concern.
"Leave me alone, Mipsy."
"Are you having a bad day? Aww!" she put a hand around her shoulder, "Why don't we go to the bathroom? Maybe applying more make-up will help you feel better. I know it always does with me," Mipsy smirked.
"I know you're up to something. I can see it all over your face."
"Up to something?" she laughed a little, "How ridiculous! What would I ever do to one of my oldest friends?"
"Come on!" she said, giving Courtney a little shove, leading her to the girls' room.
She shoved her into the bathroom. SMASH! A water balloon landed on her, dousing her with cold water.
Miranda and Mipsy's other friends came out of their stalls, laughing and pointing.
Then, soon enough the senior girls came in, picked her up, and tossed her into the trash can, taking her somewhere. Soon, they set her down, and she was rolling and rolling, and she thought it would never end.
Finally, she came to a stop, and she heard so many people laughing at her. A few minutes later, she heard the bell ring, and people dashing off to their next class.
Someone took the lid off the can, and she could see daylight at last. She climbed out to see Hope standing there.
"Thanks," she said quietly.
"I didn't know they did this kind of stuff to you," Hope said quickly.
"Sorry," she said, and ran off, disappearing into the building.