I would recognize that ugly long blonde hair blue-eyed girl anywhere.
It was Bethany smith, queen of the others. She was wearing a nirvana t shirt and ripped jeans and had a pink scrunchie in he hair. She was carrying a lululemon bag like the princess she was.
I cringed in a mix of rage and embarrassment. How cute, she was trying to impress him.
"Well if it isnt miss wanna die?" Bethany said in her annoying voice.
A group of others surrounding her laughed annoyingly.
I looked at her angrily
"Well, it seems to me that you are wearing a Nirvana t shirt." I exclaimed.
"Yeah, the BEST clothing brand, only people with taste would know what it was," Bethany retorted. The others agreed.
I was overwhelmed with pure rage. "Clothing brand, CLOTHING BRAND!?" I yelled.
"NIRVANA IS THE BAND THAT INVENTED GOOD MUSIC AND SAVED ME! HOW DARE YOU BETHANY!" I screamed and lunged at her.
A redheaded other held me away from her.
"Oh wow, I really don't care," Bethany said. "Nicki Minaj is the only good music, tch."
The rage was so overwhelming at this point, but I didn't do anything. I was willing to forgive, after all
"But ynkow what? I will listen to your LiFe-SaViNg music, kay? But you have to watch barbie life in the dreamhouse or else." Bethany said.
My timbers shivered in fear at that "or else" remark made by Bethany.
"Fine," I said and gave her a glare.
The other let go of me and I walked away.
Soon school was over though, and it was time to watch barbie dreamhouse, ew.