How To Turn A Good Boy Bad
This is sad, really really sad. I am talking to a bloody cow. And yes I said cow. Like as in a cow that goes MOO! Ands thats what she did. At least I think it’s a she because if she’s a he, he has some pretty big man boobs.
Phew we made it to the top of the stairs. I couldn’t help but let my signature smirk fall across my face. I am the queen of pranks.
Cows will willingly go up stairs but not down. Now on the second floor of Sanibel High there is a cow running around. This is gonna make Principal O'Riley go crazy once and for all!
I quickly tapped the three signs I had made on the cow. One had a HUGE arrow that pointed to the cows rear end that said “YOU CAN KISS MY ASS BRITTANY O’CONNELL!”
The other two I tapped to the side of the cow. Both of those had a picture of me smiling with a thumbs up saying “Vote for London for Class President! American by birth. Rebel by Choice.” Damn I looked fine!
O who am I? I’m the bad girl. I have been in trouble more times than you have said the word Yolo.
I am about 5’ 3’’ have blonde white hair and big blue eyes. If you look up the phrase “Bad Girl” you would see my picture.
I looked at my phone and saw the time. 11:58. Two more minutes and everyone would be walking in this hall to get to the cafeteria. Two more minutes until everyone was reminded once again I was the best bad girl ever! And then about 2 minutes after that I would probably have my ass in a chair in the principals office.