"We'll I dont see why Im not a classy girl..." she pouted a bit, and leaned back, letting black strands fall into her glassy green eyes. "We dont have to talk about it, Im just busting your balls." she told him and grabbed another apple from a passing freshman, and proceeded with a gruesome growl, making the kid walk a bit faster. She took a big bite, and let the juice dribble down her chin.
She walked over to him and pulled his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "How dare you!" she shouted in his face. "First you tell me Im not classy, and now you judge me more by saying I degrade myself." she continued. "Listen, you got a problem with me stealing produce, fine, just dont say shit like that. You dont know me and I dont know you, and maybe it should stay that way. You bastard. " she hissed and slammed the fruit on the table. "Sorry I stole your apple." she told the freshmen and she stormed out the cafeteria mumbling.
She made her way to the front door, pushing the principal into the lockers, as she stormed by. "Sorry sir." She shouted kindly back to him and walked to her car, pulling out a cig and lighting it as fast as she could. She sat on her car and took a drag. "No way am I going to deal with that.." she mumbled. "i'm not.. like what he thinks I am." she told herself, and she hung her head.
She zones, and drops her cigarette into her palm. It takes her a few seconds and then she feels the burn, she lets out a yelp and drops the cig to the ground. "Ow, oh shit, ow." she moaned holding her wrist, and staring at the bad burn in the middle of her palm. A tear rolled down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away. "Owwie.." she whispered.