This was at the top of my head. Tell me what you think.
Should I continue?
"No one asked you to confirm my prescense, Kisha. It was your choice." I told her harshly.
"Shut up!!! I had to spread the rumor! You made out with the boys track team!!!" She screamed.
I laughed with controlled anger. "Who told you that?"
"D-Diane Guthrey." She stuttered.
"And I guess she told you I was a terrorist too? Or maybe even a nun in disguise?"
"Bitch!"
I was silent for a moment. "Kisha. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I leave when I feel like it!!!" She hollered.
"Please lower your voice." I said calmly.
"No!!"
"I'll ask you again. Please leave."
"Make me, you-you-you asshole!!"
I turned around in my chair and started working on my essay. Soon after, the door slammed.
Living alone would never be so enjoyable.
