Little Miss Trouble- 3.
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I hurried along the various corridors while Nathan followed behind me, pleading.
“I’m sorry, Tasha!” he said, “I couldn’t help myself.”
I stared mutely ahead.
“Please, forgive me, oh mighty one.”
I frowned. I don’t like suck-ups. Even suck-ups who have the ability to not only draw purple dinosaurs, but to also stick that purple dinosaur on another person’s back unnoticed.
“Please?” he begged, “I have cookies.”
Cookies? My ears perked up.
“You’re forgiven,” I immediately said, “When and where can I pick up these cookies?”
“Whenever you want,” he breathed with a smile.
“I have only one more question,” I said.
“Yea?”
“How on earth did you manage to draw a purple dinosaur and stick it on my back unnoticed?” I asked.
“I have my ways,” he said mysteriously, “Well, no. It’s mainly practice.”
“So what? You’re a master prankster?” I asked.
“You could say that,” he modestly admitted.
I fell quiet. Was that even possible? Had I really found a pranking partner in this strict, religious school? I was, without a doubt, going to release mayhem on these new kids. I hoped Nathan would join me.
“By the way,” Nathan said casually oblivious to my stunned silence, “do you know where you’re going?”
For the first time I realised I had been aimlessly wandering. We were now heading towards the front gates, walking under a beautifully carved arch that swirled with different scenes. Hastily I turned around.
“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘P’, “of course.”
“So.... where exactly would that be?”
“To my dorm room,” I said confidently.
He stared at me blankly. Curse you, Nathan! If there were a zombie apocalypse right now, I’d trip you.
I looked at my map, trying to find the highlighted spot that was my room. It was like reading Greek. The only written word I could see was EW.BB.16.
“East wing....G block?.... wait, no, B block.......Room Sixteen” I said uncertainly.
“So you don’t need any help?”
“Not at all!” I lied.
I started off, trying to stick to the larger hallways. Occasionally I saw another student, but most were in class. Nathan followed behind, letting me lead. Every time I turned into a new corridor he would get this annoying smirk on his stupid face.
Five minutes passed where the only sound was the tapping of my shoes. Nathans smugness layered the air like a heavy fog. Why was he so annoying? Arggg!
“Ok, ok!” I finally admitted, “I give up!”
“’Bout time,” he replied, “we couldn’t be further away.”
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Little Miss Trouble
Humor3 cities. 6 schools. Countless Boyfriends. 0 Rejections. Little Miss Trouble (a.k.a Tasha Williams) is a rebel who has her mind set on one thing only: causing as much mayham as possible for the innocent students and teachers of Greenbloom high.
