I was almost done picking out the remaining pieces of gum out of my hair when I heard a group of girls enter the restroom. Once I heard the familiar nasal voice I dread, I knew it was Aryanna Grace and her group of snot bags. They WORSHIP her just like the English would worship the queen of England. Aryanna a queen..ha, as if.
I unlock the stall door and push through the clique of snot bags towards the sink to wash my hands and get the hell out of there. "Hm watch yourself Sweetie. You don't want to get on my bad side." Jennifer Lake (one of the snot bags) said to me as I just scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at my hands trying to erase all of the germs and grossness from myself. "Cat got your tongue?" Jennifer continues. I still just stand there scrubbing my hands until they were raw.
I don't know what I ever did to them but for some reason, which is clearly unknown, all of the snot bags hate me. Well that's actually okay with me, I don't like any of them anyway.
*sticks up nose*
(A/N- The picture is of Aryanna)
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|| The Cyber Victim ||
قصص الهواة15 year old Alicia Lee finds out the hard way that words HURT. Read this book on cyber bullying and suicide. Will she keep living? Come read to find out.
