Of course, the next day on the bus, was spent wondering how many ways someone could be killed by someone else who was going to, most DEFINITELY, kill you. One of the pretty girls, along with her pink aura, came simpering up. I mentally groaned at that and almost physically barfed at the pink.
"Sooo, YOU'RE the girl who slapped Envy? Well, you'd just better watch yourself. He's been.. talking about.. Oh, what was it?" She oozes and taps her chin.
'Oh, yes! '100 ways to kill an annoying candycorn'." She laughs too loud as her pink cronies follow suite.
Crapcrapcrap. I thought as she gave a little 'smile', RIGHT. That, children, is called a 'sneer'. Anyhow, that is going to scar me for life now. I am REALLY going to play hooky now.. too late.
Envy was sauntering down the aisle, hands in the pockets of his black, baggy pants. He sneered openly at me and slid into the seat behind me. My thoughts now resembled that of one of the really dirty rappers lyrics.
'Tug, tug, tug' My hair is freaking being pulled out of my skull.
I clenched my hands, straightened my posture and endured the never-ending pulling. As soon as we got to school, SOMEONE ,AND OH MY GOD WHO WOULD HAVE DONE THIS??, shoved me, then my backpacks zipper somehow slipped open and I had to pick up my books. As soon as I got in class I got a lecture about putting smoke bombs in peoples desks. Pink girl and Envy high-fived, I shot a death glare at Envy and sat silently, absorbing only what my punishment would be.
"You will be cleaning the classroom with…" He scanned all the names on his chart that were just WAITING to be punished.
"Envy." He announced. I turned a whiter shade of pale, if that's possible. Envy sneered behind me as our teacher, Mr. Ferren by the way, went on and on, droning about comprehending decimal reciprocals. I heard none of this and was just sitting in my chair, wondering again, how many ways you could kill a candy corn.