I shake my head at him, chuckling, and those popular girls come again, "Ohh, I think it's time for a haircut, Fa.." They take out scissors, "They are expecially sharp...just for you."
I swallow and try to scramble, but they grab me by my hair and pull me up, "C'mon...We'll make you look pretty."
Ohh...Sh*t.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I swear and jump up, a line of fire burning on the tile between Faith and the girls. I pale and take a step back, realizing I'd just done that, before pulling Faith out of their grasps and extinguishing it with my foot. Oh sh*t. I'm dead. I'm so freaking dead.
"Scram, b**ches," I regain my composure, "Your self-righteous selves are unneeded here."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and flatten her hair down from where they'd grabbed her, "Freeze their a*ses if they try something like that again. Or call me. They know now..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside