Fricking Friday
It was Literature. She watched as her whole entire production team was scolded by the Big Boss, Mrs B. She repositioned the whole entire play. They haven't rehearsed since the last lesson as they were very busy people.
She just watched on as she was ordered around along with the other members. This sucks... Indeed it did.
All the unsaid words, all the angry thoughts, all the negative emotions came pouring out as angry tears rolled down her cheeks. I am not going to cry... she thought. Stupid fucking bitch. She thinks she owns the fricking place.
The others had broken down too. Too much. All the pent up emotions just came tumbling out, resulting in tears and lots of comforting from the members.
She couldn't bear being with the others. They were crying and she had stopped, although she was feeling choked up and trying to breathe normally. She paced around, telling herself to calm down. And she eventually did. But the others...
She walked into the classroom, ready for the English test. And she noticed that all her friends were not there. She was the only one in the room along with her other classmates. They were asking whether she was alright. She smiled and nodded.
It was surprisingly calm in the classroom. She did her test in peace, pushing back all the angry thoughts out of her head and concentrating on the test. And she did finish it. She watched in amusement as her classmate, Sokexay, purposely dropped a pen, a tattoo hidden in his left hand. He slapped the tattoo on Han Sol's leg and his friends burst into laughter. Sneaky Sokexay.
She laughed too. It was funny. She was feeling better. After that, the whole group was back to normal. Laughing, smiling and jokes. The old bitch couldn't put their spirits down so easily.
She just watched on as she was ordered around along with the other members. This sucks... Indeed it did.
All the unsaid words, all the angry thoughts, all the negative emotions came pouring out as angry tears rolled down her cheeks. I am not going to cry... she thought. Stupid fucking bitch. She thinks she owns the fricking place.
The others had broken down too. Too much. All the pent up emotions just came tumbling out, resulting in tears and lots of comforting from the members.
She couldn't bear being with the others. They were crying and she had stopped, although she was feeling choked up and trying to breathe normally. She paced around, telling herself to calm down. And she eventually did. But the others...
She walked into the classroom, ready for the English test. And she noticed that all her friends were not there. She was the only one in the room along with her other classmates. They were asking whether she was alright. She smiled and nodded.
It was surprisingly calm in the classroom. She did her test in peace, pushing back all the angry thoughts out of her head and concentrating on the test. And she did finish it. She watched in amusement as her classmate, Sokexay, purposely dropped a pen, a tattoo hidden in his left hand. He slapped the tattoo on Han Sol's leg and his friends burst into laughter. Sneaky Sokexay.
She laughed too. It was funny. She was feeling better. After that, the whole group was back to normal. Laughing, smiling and jokes. The old bitch couldn't put their spirits down so easily.
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