A/N;

Sorry for the slow updates! :(

I'm suffering a slow death by assignments. Now, this goes out to Iggy4ever, because I like her idea and it'll be fun to write.

I know I've killed Brissa (for those who don't remember, it's; BRIGID and LISSA/LISA (I forget how to spell her name, and she's not important enough for me to go and look it up) combined) before, but that doesn't matter. Woah, how many brackets did I just use? Sub-brackets! Baha.

Anyway,

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I'll have a lot more free time to update soon (YAY), and I'm hoping to get the comment chapter of TTA up tomorrow (I will be finished all forms of assessment tomorrow afternoon- cheer with me!) *Everyone cheers wildly... well, in Rain's imagination they do...*

Also, I apologise for overuse of the word 'biznatch'. I love that word. And 'beeeeyatch, or biiiiiiiiiiatch, or anything of that nature.

Also AGAIN, I mean no disrespect to those who have red hair. One of my best friends has red hair, and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by using the word 'ranga'. I'm just being stereotypical, and insulting Brissa in any way I can.

Stay cool, you cooler-than-ice-cubes readers :)

Brissa was a bitch. A biznatch. A beeeeeyatch, and all other variations of the word. All in all, she was not a very nice young individual of the female kind.

She had ranga hair, and thought she was the sexiest chick in the school, if not the WORLD. And of course, she was dating the hottest guy EVAHZ. And everyone was totally jealous, or something.

"Bitch." A girl with brown and blonde hair muttered as Brissa strutted down the hallways, swinging her PERFECTLY CURVED HIPS and 'accidentally' dropping pencils, bending down slowly to get them as she passed cute guys, coincidently showing off her body. What a sl- I mean, never mind.

"Like, What did you just, like, say, like?" Brissa hissed, 'cos she was a biznatch. The girl shrugged.

"Nothing, biznatch."

"Oh, like, okay! I thought you'd like, called me like, something bad or something, like." Brissa then strutted away, looking rather like a peacock. The blonde and brown haired girl rolled her eyes.

Later, Brissa came across a girl wearing a really pretty pink shirt, that was so pretty that Brissa thought she'd 'diss' it, just to make herself feel better.

"That shirt like, sucks! LIKE, totally!" she screeched, pointing and cackling wildly, 'cos she was a biznatch. The girl with the pink shirt stopped her incessant flow of words and burst into tears.

"It's not that bad is it? I thought it was really cute and stuff and it looked awesome in the store and, and... WAAAH!"

"That's like, because you have like, no like, fashion sense at all, like." Brissa said airily, stalking away. The girl ran away, sobbing. Brissa smirked, making a mental note to buy the shirt next time she saw it, 'cos she was a biznatch.

In English, the teacher asked her a question about the difference between metaphors and similes, and Brissa smiled sweetly, before answering;

"What's like, the difference between like, you and a toad covered in like, mud? The toad would like, win a like, beauty pageant, like. If like, only you two were competing, like." The teacher burst into tears and ran away. Brissa flicked her hair, succeeding in hitting the girl behind her in the eye, 'cos she was a biznatch. It wasn't really even that great a comback, but Brissa was a bitch and queen bee, so it WAS, no arguments. Okay? Okay.

That lunchtime, a boy with strawberry blonde hair and light blue eyes approached her table. She gave him a disdainful look, 'cos she was a biznatch.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

"Will y-y-you g-g-go out with m-m-m-me?" he stuttered. Brissa smirked.

"Like, sure!"

"R-really?" the boy looked hopeful.

"Like, no! Totally, like, gross! Get lost, like!" the boy ran away, nurturing his broken pride. Brissa laughed, and it sounded something like this;

"Har-har-snort-snort-hahaha-snort-hehehe-hahahahaha-SNORT-harhar!"

She had a funny sounding laugh, and stuff, 'cos she was a biznatch, and stuff.

Then, her drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend walked over to kiss her passionately, or something. Time slowed down while they exchanged spit, his long dark hair covering his closed eyes. Brissa giggled and snorted as they broke apart. The boy smiled, brushing back a strand of her hair and stepping backwards.

"I'm dumping you. Bye, bitch." The boy ran away, straight into the waiting arms of the blonde and brown haired girl from earlier. Brissa shrieked in horror and fell to the floor, sobbing and convulsing madly. Tears fell from her perfect eyes, smearing her makeup all over her face in a comical fashion. She began tearing at her wrists with her manicured fingernails, and ripping out her hair. No one bothered to help her, because she was a total biznatch, and stuff.

Brissa stood up, and snarled. She launched herself across the room, slapping the brown and blonde haired girl on the face. Royally pissed, the girl retaliated with a punch to the gut. Someone screamed 'catfight!!' and suddenly a huge circle had gathered around the two fighting girls.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" they chanted.

"Fight, fight, fight, I love CATFISHES!" someone yelled. There was silence, and Brissa and the brown-haired girl stopped fighting to stare at the blonde haired blue eyed boy who had yelled out.

"I think he means catfights..." a blonde girl who looked like his sister murmured, slowly dragging the boy away.

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"

Long story short, the brown and blonde haired girl won, Brissa died, and no one attended her funeral except her parents. Because she was a biznatch, and stuff.

A/N;

Poor Brissa. Not really.

Did you pick out all the Flock? I couldn't think of a way to put Angel and Gazzy in, thus the catfish was born. I'm gonna say catfish at the end of all my sentences tomorrow, I'll let you know how it goes next time I update this. Eg: "Good morning, CATFISH!"

I wrote this while I was also writing an assignment, so I'm sorry if it sucks. School is a creativity killer. :(

:)

-Rain