I slowly walked through the hall the next morning. I thought about all the bad things that were going to happen to me today.
1. I’d see Ryan (It hurt to even think about his name) kissing Susan through the hallway.
2. I’d fail my english test.
3. My parents would be yelling and screaming all day.
I sighed and looked up. Oh god. Here came number
4. Justine Lowellin. The queen of mean who decided that I’m her worst victim. She, of course was the most popular girl in school, and was amazingly pretty.
“Hey dork, whats up?”
She had a smirk on her face.
“Oh, please. Is that the best you can think of?”
“Trust me, I could think of a lot more.”
We stared at each other our eyes narrowing.
The warniong bell rang and we both ran to class.