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Daddy dropped me off in the front of the school, promising that he would take me to the mall on Monday instead of school. I looked at the school, flipping my hair back, and putting on my big celebrity rehab sun glasses. I take a sip of my Starbucks and walk to the detention hall.
When I get there the principle is lecturing the other teenagers about 'why they are here' I walk in. All eyes are on me! Great! "Well good of you to join us Miss. Brandon. Take a seat and remove those sunglasses." I walked over to where Em was sitting. Emmett and I have been friends since we were babies. We recently learned that his mom and my dad were having an affair. Both of our families have been going through divorces but I don't care. This is my senior year and I'm 19 (from being held back in 7th grade.), so I can move out if I wanted too. "Miss. Brandon take off the sun glasses." Mr. Mathis said. I lowered them. Then put them back up, they were hiding the bags under my eyes. "Miss. Brandon." The jerk principle yelled, "Take off the sunglasses!" I sat down next to Emmett (he was in the very front which was odd for him) then took the rehab glasses off so, only the principle saw the sunglasses. He went on about 20 minutes about this boring essay we were supposed to write. Then he said domething amazing. "I have work to do, I will be in my office but, there are video cameras so if you act up I will know!" Then he just left. I took my powdered makeup out and covered the bags as good as possible as soon as he walked out the door. Then I took out a fashion magazine and began to read 'How To Loose 20 Pounds In 2 Weeks' when my phone vibrated.
What w/h the bagz
#1quarterback
Mom & dad r fightn till 3 evry night
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That sux
#1quarterback
Ikr
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If it makes u feel better my 'rents r 2
#1quarterback
Thanx it does
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No prob
#1quarterback
I looked over to Emmett. He gave me a slight smile. Then, I noticed Rosalie Hale (aka the biggest disgrace to girls in the world) got up and sat next to the weird girl, Isabella "Do you got the stuff?" Rosalie asked. Was she talking about drugs? She better not take them in here! "Yeah" Isabella said guilty. She passed a brief case. What the hell? Why would drugs look so professional? Then I saw it the biology project that was due.