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You punch me, I punch back twice as hard

When you read the title, what do you think? Do you think this blog is going to be about how much I love puppies? No, I am sorry to disappoint if you did assume so. But this is about how I hate three girls in my 8^th period class.

These idiots are getting on my last nerve, and because I am not scared of them, plus that no one will ever read this so I will say their names. One is Jamie, another Cory, and the last one, who does not have a brain to even think about using, is Jordan. I have known them for a while, and I have not liked them for a while.

Today in class Jordan was trying to be oh so funny, and went and sat in the teachers’ chair. When she was up there all I could think of was “I don’t want to see your ugly face!” Ugh, she has made me so pissed off.

To make the story short:

They always try to piss me off and today Jordan opened a closet and said “Oh my god! There’s stuff in here?!?!” And I said “I swear she is half retarded.” And she looked at me maybe 30 seconds later and asked “Whose retarded?”

I looked at her for a second; pondering if I should test this anger we have for each other.  But I said it. I said the one word which could kill someone “You.” She looked around for her mini devils and told them what happened. Five minutes later she was still trying to get the while class in on what horrible thing I said. A girl even said “My goodness get over it.”

They tried to piss me off by getting near me then pushing me and I pushed back. They were like “Oh my god, why are you pushing me??” Then, like the little retards they are, they started to go in circles. And bumping into my bag, I didn’t flinch, my bag didn’t fall off of my shoulder, and I stood there.

I hate those girls. I really do.