My mother took a leaf out of my book for dealing with homosexuals who think my ponytail is gay code. I still failed, the scrawny bitch knew the cops would be more interested as to why the old woman. Later in the school year, I was waiting for my ride home, sitting in front of the office with my stuff and my guitar. You know that mean girl voice you see in movies? Imagine that mixed with a dinosaur of an old woman chainsmoker.
She’s gonna waddle her old ass to her rust bucket car and retire, that’s what she’s gonna do. Now I only see her in public, and she knows she doesn’t have the protection of the school resource officer, so she’s careful how she talks to people she’s gone out of her way to piss off. This was Highlands County, where old people go to die. No one was going to take the side of a goliath teenager over a little old lady, regardless of the evidence against the little old lady.
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