“I assume you’ve all acknowledged why I called you over.” Our respected principal asks, breaking the inconvenient tension loitering in the air.

The two of us nod in dread. “Would anyone be willing to explain to me what exactly happened and how it all begun?” Sir Atticus, our principle demands.

“All was fine at first. I was trying to properly introduce myself to our new classmate and she had to discourteously intrude, calling me an old hag.” Hitman pipes up.

“In my defense, she was chattering so loud that my eardrums feel like imploding. Plus, she lied about her name and I feel the necessity to correct her.” I defend myself.

“I wasn’t being loud! If I was, others in the room would’ve been peeved out and complain too! But unmistakably, you were the only one who paid attention, nosy bitch!” She fires, pointing her claws right at me.

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We had an imminent quarrel for a brief after that, right in front of the daunting eyes of our principal. I hope that all those precious years I had put in being an utterly nice girl will pay off right this moment. In the end the person receiving the one-day suspension is determined solely on our principal’s verdict.

“Lizette, sometimes you have to soothe your temper. I expect better from you frankly, this sure is your first time, isn’t it?” He has his eyes fixated on me, making droplets of sweat trickle down my neck.

I nod in vigor, “You know I’d never intend to disappoint you, ever.”

“I’m sorry, but that doesn’t make it right for you to dub someone an old hag. That was very vulgar of you. Apologize to Hitler” He rebukes. I chocked on my own saliva when he inadvertently and without notice called her Hitler.

“This is not a laughing matter, don’t you understand you are verbally abusing your friend!?” He reprimands towards the fact that I gagged.

I nod silently, my head plunging down that I’m looking at my lap so he won’t see the mortifying grin that I have stuck on my face.

“Yes and I apologize for my immature response, but that doesn’t make it right for her to call me a nosy bitch either, sir.” I exclaim.

“It was her way of defense; you’d do the same in her state.” He says. I can see the amused smirk Hitman has plastered on her face. Of course, I ended up getting the suspension because my damn school is exaggeratedly strict about words. Well, at least she had to attend detention too.

I’m fortunate enough that I have a ‘suspension-friend’, so I won’t have to spend my day off in a solitary place. Vivienne got a suspension as well for deliberately farting in the janitor’s face. Suspension is like a routine for her; she’s one wild monkey indeed. Despite that, she’s still my crazy best girlfriend, and I love her to death.

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Detention has finally come to an end; it was pretty bad. I had to sit and stare in a room of quietude for hours doing absolutely nothing. Coraline, our dear teacher has her eagle eyes especially vigilant of me and my every move, because the fact that I had to be present at detention is not very anticipated. She’s accountable for the rascals of the detention club.

She’s recognized to be brutal; the ruthless witch of the school. Not only did she totally bore us all to death, she also made us sit in a room that smells like ass. Thus, by the time it was over, I was green and slumping my way out.

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I’m walking through the lockers when I see Tristan walk by the opposite direction. Providentially, I have already composed myself by now and decide to approach him.

“OW!” I hear him wince all of a sudden.

 I look down and my gigantic foot was stepping his, wrecking it. I instantly mention my apologies and bend down to check on his foot to ensure that it’s not too broken to function.

I feel someone tug on my skirt as if trying to lower it down. I tilt my head up and it was Tristan! We had a staring match for several seconds and they’re the tensest and most awkward seconds of my life.

“Gross! I don’t want to see your ass! Move aside!” He affronts suddenly, shoving me away by my waist. I’m completely taken aback and humiliated.