My greatest enemy?

Hallways.

I hate ‘em.

The only thing I can ever hear is just a jumble of people’s thoughts all bashed together.

Aw, my hair is soo tangled today.

Whew, look at that ass right there.

I hope I don’t fail my test today. Or the quiz for that matter.

Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot. Flip hair. Repeat.

Eeeee! There’s that junior who is totally hot.

That girl is such a slut. She totally stuffs her bra. Slut.

We are gonna rock the game tonight! Woo!

“Enough!” I yelled. It took me a second to realize I said that aloud. The only way I found out was when I heard Karen think, What’s her problem? I was only talking about the math homework.
I sighed, “I’m sorry Karen. I got a….little sidetracked.”

What a freakish freshman.

I wonder what she smokes. I should ask who she got it from.

She’s so hot!

Such a creeper.

It just goes on and on when it comes to the dreaded hallways.