“Are you ever going to beat up another student again?” Marissa laughed loudly as we exited the school. Detention takes a lot out of you, even though you don’t get in trouble for sleeping. I know because it seems as if everyone around me was in lala land.
I shook my head, taking my hair out of its ponytail. I threw it into a messy bun, not bothering to donate a care to the nice and neat hair foundation. “Can we just go shopping?”
“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Marissa grinned.
“I have no other choice, seeing as you drove to my house at five thirty in the morning, and in order to get me up, you ring my doorbell and pound on my door," I snapped.
She grinned. “You shouldn’t have told me that you weren’t going to come shoe shopping last night.”
“But that doesn’t give you the righ
