“Sorry, I thought there was something gross, like a bug, around my locker,” I shared.
“Oh, wait.” I raised my finger to point to them. “There are.”
The expressions on their faces were livid. I almost wished I could pull my phone out and snap a picture. I’m sure Polly would love this moment, but unfortunately, they left earlier than me.
“What did you just call us, b i t c h?!” Stefanie annoyedly cursed out, her hands on her hips and it didn’t take long for the girls around her to copy exactly as she did.
Jesus, they were like parrots – mirroring her opinions and attitudes. But that’s actually very offensive to say because, unlike them, parrots were cute and friendly.
They were just fake and annoying.
I feigned a confused expression before looking away just as I moved my finger awa
