Great
Great
They got me.
I was trying to make a run for it, but one of them caught me, and took me to the office.
I hate the office.
Everyone does.
Worst.
Place.
Ever.
They shoved me through the door, and I landed on my hands and knees.
"Wash your filthy hands" I muttered.
"Well, well, well, Isabella. What do we have here?" An oily voice greeted me.
"Well, chances are it's one 17 year old girl who was pushed through a door and is currently on her hands and knees on the carpet infront of your desk." I said through gritted teeth.
"Insolent little brat" He spat at me.
I heard him fumbling in his drawers for something.
Gee, I wonder what will happen now?
A/N: Like it? Sorry I didn't update all weekend, it wouldn't let me…but now it does =]
