"Listen here, buddy, the only way you can call me a bitch is if you put 'Boss' in front of it. Now, if you don't want me to cut your tongue out, I suggest you leave."
When her father said he had a surprise, Tamoruku Y/n didn't expect it to be moving...
/CHānj/ nounthe act or instance of making or becoming different.
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A loud bell rang out through the building, making a stampede of people move from their desks. The usual chatter beginning to fill every crevice in the small building. A tired sigh fell from the lips of a H/c haired female as she grabbed her book bag with one hand to sling it over her shoulder. In her other hand was a few stray papers she had yet to place in her bag. A sudden shift in mood made the female's face give off a "Talk to me and I promise I'll hurt you" vibe that people seemed to understand.
The female, most commonly known as Y/n Maria Tamoruku Lozano, was dressed in the most unappealing uniform known to human kind. She wore a dark brown pleated skirt that reached her knees, a dijon yellow polo shirt that held the school emblem, and a pair of dark brown clogs. No matter how much Y/n told herself she was beautiful, she absolutely couldn't help but gag at her reflection. The uniform simply deserved to be burned.
Y/n made her way down the dimly lit halls that were filled with "Don't do drugs" signs and "Bullying is bad" posters. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw a banner that said "Treat others the way you want to be treated". If it were truly that simple, the world would be in peace. She turned a corner and walked through metal double doors that had chipping cyan paint before reaching the cafeteria. Y/n slowly made her way to her usual table that held three other students. The ones she liked and tolerated that was.
"Oi! N/n! You will never guess what happened in Miss Costella's class today." A bubbly brunette with brown eyes quickly patted the spot next to her as excitement brewed inside her. Ah, yes, Jane Stavos, the closest person in the school to Y/n that can touch her without getting slapped.
"Oh? Pray, do tell. I hope it was something bad." Y/n spoke in her native tongue as she pulled out the bag of . She ripped the corner of the bag before taking a large inhale of the scent. "I have waited to open you."
"Oo! Which one are those?" Jane leaned forward to get a sniff as well. She took one and popped it in her mouth before beginning to speak. "Sofía was acting invincible. She was straight up talking mad shit about you. Saying that 'Y/n always acts like such a bitch. She always acts like she is perfect. No wonder she can't get a boyfriend. I mean, no offense but have you seen her eyebrows. Ew,'. I swear she was getting on everyone's nerves. Even one of her bitches told her to stop because she was gonna get her ass whooped. Sofía said, no joke, 'What? Its not like she could fight me or anything.'."
