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
Spend your days thinking about things that are good and true and beautiful and noble, and you will become good and true and beautiful and noble. — Matthew Kelly