NUMERO UNO... ¡DISPARATES!
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"Guys," I stated once.
"Guys," twice.
"Guys! For f***s sakes I've beens calling yous fors the last 5 minutes! Let mes f*****g speaks, please!?!" I yelled for the last time. Which totally backfired seeing as we were in the cafeteria. Now everyone was looking at me. Thank the Goddess I wear a mask or everyone would have seen my most likely tomato colored face. Attention. YAY! - please insert sarcasm. Although I may be badass - not really but everyone says so - doesn't mean I like to have all the attention to me. Especially when it's everyone in the FREAKING SCHOOL!
"WHATS THE f***s ARES YOUS ALL STARINGS AT!?!" With that everyone turned back to what they were doing. As I said everyone thinks I'm a badass. I mean even though I carry my katana's on my back and a pistol in my holster on my thigh as well as carry a metal bat. Note that I customized the weapons (looks) myself by hand, with the help of my dearest friend Lizzy of course. Doesn't mean I'm a badass. I just carry that stuff around because they are literally my babies. Next to my all time favorite hoodies and rides, of course. So if anyone dare to touch or harm my babies without my consent - which is never - they pay the price. Trust me you DO NOT want to feel the price of doing such a thing.
Which leads me to reason numero dos on why they think I'm a badass and scary as f**k. On my first day here at the new school someone, more precisely the all time favorite quarterback, had the balls to actually key my bike and pop the tires all because I corrected him on the most easiest question. Which apparently was planned to embarrass our dear princess here. Because why not. JK. I would never try to put someone down or embarrass them purposefully. Not without a proper reason of course. Him doing such a thing had me and my... let's just my friends... all wanting blood - not literally of course - just revenge. Which is what I got. Seeing as, to my fortune, he was waiting for my reaction. Let me tell you. It was NOT a pretty/suspected thing. Especially if you believed that me, being the short and skinny girl I am, could do such a thing. I'll spare the details for now, but he wasn't able to play football for at least two years. It's a good thing I only had my bat other wise I'm sure I would have sliced something or shot the motherfucker for hurting my baby.
Anyhow enough with that for now let's get back to the discussion at hand.
"lo siento jefe (sorry boss)" the Pele sisters replied. - Spanish
"Désolé patron (sorry boss)" Angel and TyTy replied. - British/French
"прости нас господин - prosti nas gospodin (forgive us master)" my cousins playfully replied with a wink. - Russian
"ascoltiamolo allora (let's hear it then) " Kaze and Roy responded in unison. - Italian
"ceart go leor (ok)" Woodsman and Kingsters replied. - Irish
"Thanks yous. As I was sayings before ... Whats was I sayings?.. Ohs yeah! Wheres shall wes go for thes anniversary?" See we have an anniversary for the day that we all met each other. That being when we were in the same room as each other at the same time without any tension among everyone. That day so happened to be April 22. Three days before my birthday. I guess I'm lucky because since they found out that our anniversary was three days before my birthday they've decided that our anniversary would last for the whole week. Anyhow back to the convo.
"I mbliana ... Cén fáth nach dtéann muid go Sasana? (This year... Why don't we go to England?)" My fav Irish boys said.
"YES!!!" Everyone cheered. One of few words everyone knows. Since we've known each for along time we have a basic understanding of what's being said from the others language. Unlike most of these kiddos I've taken it upon myself to become close to fluent in the languages I'm surrounded by. Don't get me wrong everyone is close to fluent in at least ONE of the languages, but I'd rather know what's being said by all of my peers.
"So? Whats shall wes do ins England?" I asked. As said before everyone is close to fluent in at least ONE of the languages we're surrounded by, this includes understanding English. Yes, some may not know how to speak good English but they understand what's being said TO them.
"Bene. Dovremo solo alarlo. Giusto? (Well. We'll just have to wing it. Right?)" Kaze and Roy responded in unison."Greats! Lets get tos packing."
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