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"Last day" __________________________
Lacey sighed repeatedly tapping her pencil against her desk as she watched the clock. 5 more minutes then she would be free.
"Ms. Anderson. Since you'd rather not pay attention, please, answer the question on the board" Ms. Michaels snaps Lacey out of her staring contest with the clock
"With all due respect, Ms. Michaels, I don't really seen a point in me answering the question. There's only 4 minuets left of class - well, now there's only 3 - by the time I've begun answering it the bell would have already rang. Then I would be late to meet up with my sister because I would still have to pack up my stuff, and take my things from my locker -" Lacey's intentional ramble is cut short by the bell. Just as she knew would happen
She flashes her now annoyed teacher a smile before packing up her things and racing out the classroom
"Have a nice summer Ms. Michaels!" Lacey shouts to the woman as she makes her way towards her locker
Lacey hurridly shoves her folders and things she no longer will need into her backpack. Once done, she slams it shut and makes her way outside, shoving her way through the crowd of excited teens
Before she steps outside she sees Beverly Marsh make her way into the bathroom only to be followed by Greta, the schools witch. Lacey quickly shoves her way back inside the school and runs into the girls bathrooms
"I know your in there slut, I can smell you. Are you in there alone or are half the schools boys in there with you? Huh, little shit?" Greta taunts
Lacey already has had enough and steps forward to Beverlys defense
"What is it Greta, am I a slut?" Beverly begins
"or a little shit? Make up your mind" Lacey intervenes while giving Greta a harsh glare
"Oh look girls, we've got two sluts in the bathroom. Lacey the losers clubs groupie. How pathetic" Greta laughs
"Oh shut it you witch. You come up with more rumors than the amount of times your dad flirts with underage girls" Lacey fires back, which earns a loud snicker from Beverly
"Shut the hell up, Beaverly. And to answer your question Slutcey, she's trash. We just wanted to remind her" Greta snarls before stepping back with a smirk
Lacey looks over at the stalls to see one of Gretas goons positioning a trashbag over the stall Beverly sat in
"Beverly, watch out!" Lacey shouts quickly warning the red headed girl
