"Um question," a girl asks raising her hand.
"What?" I yell wondering what's so important that she stops the meeting.
"You can't talk to us like this cuz we aren't b*tches or sl*ts," she says getting up and finding her arms.
"Is that so " I put the tip of my glasses in my mouth finding one arm waking closer.
"Yes and I don't think we should be treat-"
I choked her up against the wall.
"You are whatever I say you are got that you little piece of sh*t."
She doesn't say anything.
"Got it!" I yell tightening my grip.
Blake my boyfriend pulls my waist and I eventually let go of her neck. She collapse to the floor and the other new girls crowd around her.
"There's a lot more where that came from you little wh*re."
Blake pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear.
"You almost killed her!"
"She deserved it!" I walk out and the Mirandas follow.
