Bad Girl Art Club

“EXPELLED!!! HEARD ME? E. X. P. E. L. L. E. D.!!!” 10 minutes earlier I smiled evilly to the b***h, whose name I accidentally forgot (not accidentally at all, I just don’t give the f**k). She trembled a little under my gaze and that made my evil smile to turn into an evil smirk. The difference? I don’t know. I just feel more evil with the smirk. “Can you repeat it please?” I said sweetly. Okay, I was anything but sweet. What was the point of being sweet? People always step on you when you are sweet. And I actually feel like puking when I act sweet. Don’t get me wrong. I am sweet on my good days. But, when I act, which means I don’t mean it, I feel like puking the lunch of my fifteenth birthday. That was a day I don’t want to remember. Like ever. Never in anyone’s dream. “You are a whor...” Lets just say I wasn’t going to let her repeat that word again. It doesn’t apply very well to my type. So with the evil smirk still on my face, which by the way, kind of mixed with a horrifying glare, with my huge brush, I painted her face red. I think I kind of put the brush in her mouth as she gasped from the shock the moment the cold paint touched her forehead. I don’t get these girls. Seriously? Why want they to rule everything? Everyone? Who are you? Hitler? She dared to come to me and tell me that she made the rules here and blah, blah, blah... Could she be more pathetic than that? And after I said to her with tact to go way... Which means, I quote “f**k off Barbie.” She called me a w***e. Now did I just came here and f****d somebody? No. Did I wore clothes like a slut? No. Did I f****d her boyfriend? No. Did I do ANYTHING that could give me that title? NO!!! So why the hell she called me like that? I could have called her b***h, slut, bimbo, w***e, prostitute... But did I do that? NO again. So yeah... Don’t blame me for painting her plastic face. “WHAT THE f**k YOU B...” Yet again I didn’t let her finish the sentence and grabbed the bucket with the blue paint, to make a nice purple, but... It kind of fell on the principal... Who came in our art class... To stop the fight... And now a whole bucket with blue paint was all over him. And here we are now. “EXPELLED!!! HEARD ME? E. X. P. E. L. L. E. D.!!!” Wow dude! Chill! Okay now it was the part where I was supposed to panic and beg to the guy to don’t get me expelled, but who am I kidding? I’m not that kind of person. Begging? Naah! Not my style. Besides... I have been through this a few times. *coughs* five times *coughs* . What? Don’t tell me it isn’t normal to get expelled from the school. Okay it is... But five times? Wow! I’m braking a record here people! Especially this time. I mean first period of the first day in this school? Wow! I’m impressing even myself. But as I looked up at my principal... I couldn’t help and just laugh. I mean the dude was hilarious. Especially after I threw the bucket full of blue paint all over him and he looks like a Smurf right now, with the paint dripping on the floor and his face red from anger... Now that I think about it... His face looks more like purple. Hmmm... Interesting! Well... I made it to make a nice purple. Wrong person, but the right colour. “Get out of my school right now!!!” He yelled and I had to cover my ears to don’t get deaf. I need my ears for some other couple of years, thank you very much! I took my bag and headed to the door to get out of his office. But as I walked out of the office, a smirk formed on my lips and I poked my head in again. “By the way, blue looks good on you.” I said and closed the door fast, since the jerk actually grabbed the vase on his desk and threw it towards me. Luckily it slammed against the door. I heard him shouting and I was pretty sure he was jumping up and down from the anger. Just imagining it made me laugh. Well it was a nice day... I walked to the parking lot, where my old but nice red car was waiting for her Mama. To be honest, I was into bikes. Like MV Augusta F4, Ducati, hell even Pulsar race sport or Yamaha. But since my mom decided that I was pushing way to much my image of a Bad Girl with the leather jacket and with my closet with all black clothes, and the hair painted half in red, and the small piercing in the right corner of my lower lip, and the four earnings in my left ear and the two other in my right one... Okay you got it. So yeah, I wasn’t allowed to ride a bike... YET!!! My eyes caught the principal’s old black car. The jerk could take it more gently and no expel me the first second he saw me. I didn’t do anything that could cause any damage to anyone. Expect the clothes. I can’t do anything for the clothes. Did he had any problem with colours? I walked to his car and smirked as I took off my backpack a spray paint. It was blue. I could as well give to his poor little car a decoration. “What a jerk!” I muttered and shook the spray can in my hand, loving its sound. Like every time I was trying to do art, I bit my tongue out. It was a habit I had since I was a little girl. I would always do that. Even though my mom hates it now, because she soooo loved it when I was a little, I couldn’t just stop doing that. “Stop right there!” I laughed evilly and sprayed even more. It was a waste of the paint, but totally worth it. “I will call the police.” I grabbed my backpack and ran to my car laughing hysterically. What adrenaline does to me. It makes me laugh like an old hyena. And I was just five metres away from my car, ten seconds away from my freedom, when I felt two hands grabbing me by my shoulders and turning me around. It was a huge, and I mean it, a HUGE black police officer. Like wow! “How is the weather up there?” I asked sheepishly. He looked down at me and glared. “Not your best day for jokes.” He said with a thick voice and put handcuffs around my wrists. I would have freak out, but it wasn’t my first time. “Not in mood today John?” I asked the guy. He shook his head, while getting me in the police car. “Got in a fight with my daughter. She still wants to wear those stupid super miniskirts.” He got also in the car and drove away from the school. Poor John. “Don’t give up man! Show her who’s the boss.” I patted his shoulder. Is it wrong that I’m friends with the police officers that arrests me? Okay, you can’t blame me. I like having friends and they are nice guys. And we meet each other almost every three week. What? I can’t stay away from problems. Even if I want. I will always get in trouble, end up thrown into them or if I’m in mood make them. It is like they have a crush on me. Problems LOVE me. It’s not that I am that pretty. It must be my persona. *** “She WHAT?” I think the whole police station heard my mom shouting. “She got expelled from the school and vandalized the principal’s car.” John said and removed the phone from the ear immediately scared from an other exclaim of my mother. When it didn’t come, he continued. “She wrote, Cool off Papa Smurf, on it and...” “She did WHAT???” The exclaim came, leaving John so deaf, he wouldn’t be able to even hear Death calling his name anytime soon. “I’m coming there. That i***t that never learns anything. IT IS THE f*****g SIXTH TIME!” Yep! John is definitely deaf now. John slowly put the phone down in the table and turned to me. I gave him my puppy eyes and pouting lip. “No.” “Please!” “No.” “She will kill me.” “No.” “I will bring you waffles.” “Okay.” Yes! Now when mom will come, John will keep me behind the bars till she cools off. The last time, he didn’t and let’s just say that we had our Tom and Jerry moment around the police station, which lead with both of us behind the bars, and mom’s friend bailing us out. “Where the hell is she?” Mom entered the room dramatically. She was a pretty woman. With wavy brown hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. Her body was fit, and she looked much younger than she was. With dad leaving both of us for some slut, she practically gave up from love. Never tried to find any other man who would make her happy. “Hi!” James, John’s single partner, greeted my mom. He had got out from a rough divorce. The reason of the divorce? The b***h, cheated on him. But that had happened five years ago. And the poor guy had a crush on my mom for three years now. Let’s just say I’m the reason why they met. If they end up together, I want their first child named by my middle name. I won’t give my first name to no one. “Charlene, how are you?” My mom was in Godzilla mode, and just gave him a pointed look, and then looked around to find me. s**t I’m in trouble. Thank God I was in a cell. Gee... I never thought I would say that. This is getting weird. Should I be worried? Or not? I mean my mother is going to kill me and I’m thanking God I’m behind the bars. This is weird. Maybe more than it should be. Wow! “Where the hell is that freaking stupid, i***t, ass head kid?” She shouted. I swear I saw fear in John’s eyes. As for James, he was busy staring at my mother with dreamy eyes. Seriously dude? Are you for real? “Hi mom!” I waved my hand awkwardly, gaining her attention. The smile I had on my lips was innocent (innocent my ass) and the way I was looking and talking to her looked like I was having a nice tea in my back yard, and not in a prison mentally praying for not making my mother end up in prison, because she killed her beautiful daughter. I wouldn’t be a good person if I did that. “What the freaking hell Nyssa???” I think the ground shook at her loud voice. The effect I have on people. “This is the freaking thirty time you end up in prison and the sixth time you manage to get kicked out of the freaking school. How can you even do that?” She ran her hand through her brown hair. “It’s a gift?” I suggested and that’s all she needed to try to choke me, but thank God I backed away from the bars, to save my life. We don’t want that kind of drama now, do we? After all the world will be meaningless without me in it. Did I ever said that I am modest? It’s my best quality actually. Along with being sarcastic the whole time. “You stupid s**t head.” She shouted again. I don’t think parents should curse like that. “Get her out.” Her voice took a creepy tone. I’m dead. I’m serious. Her tone even scared John and snapped James out of his staring trance. “I have to kill her! Get her out.” Oh the luck I have. I just drove my mother crazy. “Charlie stop.” John touched her shoulder trying to calm her down. Wrong move. Seriously dude WRONG move!!! She snapped her head to him, giving the poor guy the most creepy glare on earth. “Take that hand off darling, or I WILL BITE IT OFF!!!” Oh God! This is getting worse. *** It took at least three hours for my precious mother to calm down. Literally. John still wasn’t sure about it, but got me out of the cell. I promised him I would give the waffles tomorrow. The guy has a weak spot about waffles. It’s just weird. If you are lucky enough, you can even bail yourself out of the prison with waffles with this guy. Anyway... The drive home was weirdly quite. It was scary if you ask me. It was like my mother was planning how to kill me. And tell me something. Who plans a murder at loud? Not me, that’s for sure. When we entered the house I was having the urge to just run to my room, and stay there forever. Or at least until she forgets what happened magically. That would be a great option. “When will you stop being so... like this.” She said and let out a sigh. “Do you even think about your future?” “Yeah actually. I’m planning to marry a rich guy and live in a huge house in Bahamas. I still have to figure out if I want kids or not, but till now it’s going pretty well.” Mom glared at me and let out a frustrated sigh. “You are impossible.” She threw her arms on the air. “I know. It’s a gift.”