I was walking down the hall, as usual, when who other than the wicked witch of Westside High, Bella (Bitcherella) Dubson, walked down the hall toward me, her long curly black hair done up in a Terra twist. She was wearing that godawful pink, white and gold cheer outfit only she could pull off year round. She was on her cell, as usual, it was like her ear was glued to that thing, I swear. It even went off five times fourth period, and the teacher didn't take it, I think she paid him off to leave her alone, but that's only me.... Everyone else loves that Bitcherella, Prom queen wanna be. Oh well... was my only thought as I pushed my centimeter thick glasses up the bridge of my nose and started walking again, my eyes glued to the floor, and I hugged my books close.
To my surprise, and most likely hers as well, I ran right smack dab into her, sending my books flying, and her cell phone right through the window, into the pool. Bitcherella screamed as I scrambled to collect my fallen books, and leave. Just as I grabbed my final, and heaviest book, one of the screeching girl's firm, yet petite hands took hold of my shoulder and turned me around, to face her. I squeaked, looking up into her furious black eyes, and cowered away from her. "You are going to replace my phone, all 2000 dollars worth of it." she said in a high voice, that sounded like she was just barely keeping it a whisper.
I blinked rapidly for a moment, before responding in a quiet whisper, "Isn't that a bit much for a hunk of plastic and circuits?" At most, a cell phone should only really cost about a thousand dollars, even for the best one out there.
Bitcherella's pale face turned red with anger, and she stood me up. "The cover, the ring tones, the rhinestones, the cell and the jeweled antenna decoration, all of that, plus the new cell plan. You're footing the bills!" she shrieked at me, making me wince away from her. Her grip tightened, and she shook me, "IF I don't have 2000 dollars by the end of this week, you're next two years of high school are going to be hell!"
I nodded rapidly, my glasses slipping down my nose, revealing my shocking blue eyes, normally covered by my mop of platinum blond hair. "O-okay!" I muttered and pulled away, rushing on to my next class, French. As I walked, I muttered, "I'll get your money, Bitcherella..." Unfortunately, I was still in earshot...
She turned, furious, and started toward me at a fast pace. I ran for the nearest sanctuary I could think of, the girl's bathroom... and it's protector... Gabriella Johnson, Gabby, for short.
I ran through the restroom doors, Bitcherella right behind me. Gabby saw my face, and went into action, a blur of red hair, and clean pressed white and blue school uniform. Within seconds, Bitcherella had me cornered and looked like she was about to wring my neck, when Gabby stepped up behind her, and a torrent of ice cold tap water poured over her head. "Odd, I thought for sure you would have melted..." Gabby, the only girl with the nerve to stand up to Bitcherella, stood behind the now dripping wet, steaming girl, a large bucket clasped in her hands.
"Why you....." Bitcherella turned on Gabby, who, in turn, turned away from me, and started running out of the restroom, with a fake scream coming from her mouth.
"Antony-sensei! Bella Dubson is trying to fight with Stacy!" Gabby shouted, as I walked out of the bathroom after Bitcherella and Gabby, holding my arm, where I had clipped myself on the bathroom door. Bella was standing, clearly scared, in front of a clearly very upset french teacher, who was scolding her, while writing up a detention slip. Bella was trying to plead her case to the man, but it wasn't working.
Gabby walked up next to me, and we looked at each other, smirking. "Niiice..." we both said, and gave each other high fives.
The teacher looked at us, "Both of you, get to class before you join miss Dubson in detention." He warned. This was our Que to vamoose... and so we did, leaving the teacher, and the now thoroughly cooled off Bella Dubson to their business.
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