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"BRINNNNNNNNGGG!" My last bell is over! I smiled at the thought of going home and watching reruns of Friends with a big bucket of Chocolate ice cream in my belly. I may be small but I can eat just about anything. I began to get up, when Mrs. Wilkinson (my chorus teacher) suddenly said,
"Wait! I haven't told you guys something important." Everyone went back to their seats, but weren't exactly paying attention to her just yet.
"I'm resigning. I- I'm pregnant!" Mrs. W almost yelled the last part. Crazy. I don't get what's so great about lugging around a watermelon inside of you for 9 months, then pushing it out, and getting saggy. It's just like, c'mon gurl! Get your head straight. But I guess there's no turning back for her. While everyone began talking excitedly, I was a little sad. Mrs. Wilkinson tried atleast. I kind of liked her! BUT, I can get why these meatheads don't like her. THEY SING LIKE DAMN RACOONS, THAT'S WHY! Well, I assume they do. Really though, they don't sing at all. It seems like I'm the only one. A choir cannot consist of one singer, even if people do consider me good! I just hope the new teacher isn't as awful as I know he or she will probably end up being. I sighed mentally. The buzzing of insults going towards Mrs. Wilkinson was astonishing, considering that the woman was RIGHT THERE! Idiots. I decided to take charge. I went up behind Nate Bryant, the biggest idiot of them all, and tapped him on the head. He turned around, a nasty look of lust now on his face.
"Hey Baby. Whatever you need, I'm here for ya." he smirked afterwards, making me want to throw up even more. Nate was one of those super douchey idiots who think they are so totally amazing for being alive. NO NATE. JUST BECAUSE THE SLUT SQUAD WORSHIPS YOU, DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE AMAZING! Hehe. Slut squad. In that moment, I remembered last summer. I finally figured out what had happened that night. So, I puked right ontop of Nates stupid face, and I enjoyed every second of it.

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