Somehow, Megan had made it downstairs in time for the bus. "Wow," I said
sarcastically, "You actually made it on time." But somehow, my words got
confused in that tiny brain of hers and she thought that I was
complimenting her!
"Thank you." She said as if she was winning the Nobel Prize.
"Sure, anything," I said, hoping she would shut up and leave me alone.
Sometimes when we'd get on the bus, there'd be a seat saved for each of us. When there isn't, I get stuck sitting next to Megan. As I walked on the bus, just as I feared, I would have to sit next to Megan. "Oh, god," I grumbled underneath my breath, "I can already hate today."
"What's your prob?" Megan asked once I sat down and folded my arms underneath my breasts. She and I both knew what was wrong, but she just loved saying 'prob.' I couldn't understand why. It was just an abbreviation for 'problem.' But, I knew that Megan lived to annoy me.
"Well, you see," I started, "There's this little bitch that I have to put up with everyday. She is very annoying, but I think that she has problems." I smirked, "What ever should I do, Dr. Megan?"
I was being sarcastic again, and to my surprise, Megan actually caught on. She wrinkled her nose at me and faced the window. "Oh no," I said, "I'm so scared."
"You should be."
"You idiot!" I yelled, "How stupid can you be? Is pushing my buttons THAT fun so you have to do it ALL THE TIME?" She didn't answer and I was getting aggravated, "ANSWER ME MEGAN!"
She smirked at me and then turned away. "Little bitch," I grumbled under my breath. But I could see that she didn't care what I said or thought. Why should she? It's my word against hers.
Even though I went to school with Megan, today was choir day. I would get to sing a solo in front of my parents, and then they would both be so proud! Well, at least, I hoped that they would be proud. No telling what my father would do.
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First period was Algebra, then History, Geometry, Physical Education, Biology, English, Lunch (which I had with Megan), Technology, regular Math, and then while Megan went home, I stayed back to practice for the concert we were having next week.
I was going to show everyone what I could do, something that Megan could only dream about . . .
"Thank you." She said as if she was winning the Nobel Prize.
"Sure, anything," I said, hoping she would shut up and leave me alone.
Sometimes when we'd get on the bus, there'd be a seat saved for each of us. When there isn't, I get stuck sitting next to Megan. As I walked on the bus, just as I feared, I would have to sit next to Megan. "Oh, god," I grumbled underneath my breath, "I can already hate today."
"What's your prob?" Megan asked once I sat down and folded my arms underneath my breasts. She and I both knew what was wrong, but she just loved saying 'prob.' I couldn't understand why. It was just an abbreviation for 'problem.' But, I knew that Megan lived to annoy me.
"Well, you see," I started, "There's this little bitch that I have to put up with everyday. She is very annoying, but I think that she has problems." I smirked, "What ever should I do, Dr. Megan?"
I was being sarcastic again, and to my surprise, Megan actually caught on. She wrinkled her nose at me and faced the window. "Oh no," I said, "I'm so scared."
"You should be."
"You idiot!" I yelled, "How stupid can you be? Is pushing my buttons THAT fun so you have to do it ALL THE TIME?" She didn't answer and I was getting aggravated, "ANSWER ME MEGAN!"
She smirked at me and then turned away. "Little bitch," I grumbled under my breath. But I could see that she didn't care what I said or thought. Why should she? It's my word against hers.
Even though I went to school with Megan, today was choir day. I would get to sing a solo in front of my parents, and then they would both be so proud! Well, at least, I hoped that they would be proud. No telling what my father would do.
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First period was Algebra, then History, Geometry, Physical Education, Biology, English, Lunch (which I had with Megan), Technology, regular Math, and then while Megan went home, I stayed back to practice for the concert we were having next week.
I was going to show everyone what I could do, something that Megan could only dream about . . .