The whole day was the exact same, except in English my teacher Val (she wanted us to call her that) was talking about an Emily Dickins poem when I got a text message. So I pulled my phone out right in the open. I opened the message, but I didn't get to read it.
"Kellee! I hope that's important." Val interupted.
"All of my text messages are important," I muttered not bothering to put away my phone. the class erupted into a chorus og Ooh's. I didn't even look to see how Val reacted, instead i read the message:
'party tonight. Erica's house. starts @ 9. we crashing?'
Finally I looked at Val. She was shooting me the look.
"You really shouldn't make that face, it causes wrinkles." I looked back down at me phone & typred in:
'of course Brit! that's a good time for revenge!'
Then the bell rang. I got up to leave, but was stopped.
"Kellee, I need you to stay for a second." Val said. I sighed, this was getting annoying.
"Whatever." I sat back down. If Val got on to me, I had dirt. I Always had dirt on people, teachers included.
"Kellee, I don't know what to do with you. You're rude, concieted, selfish, &...you don't care about pepole's feelings. I can't send you to the principal. It doesn't work. So what can I do?" Val was wasting her breath & my time, & I wasn't afraid to tell her.
"You're wasting your breath & time. I OWN this school, & I'm not going to stop because of you. Do you think being called rude & concieted bothers me? If you do, you better open your eyes, because I've been called worse. Even by my mom!" Mission accomplished, Val was defeated. "Can I go?"
"Like I can stop you?" Val sat & started grading papers
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