Gotta slap the bitches

The girl spotted someone holding pens that looked somewhat familiar to her, she looked through her pop patrol-themed backpack frantically. She seemed to not find whatever it was she was looking for and glared back at the subject of her anxiousness.

"You stole my pens!"

The girl she was looking at stared back at her in confusion, hints of annoyance slowly but surely appearing on her face.

"What're you talking about, you unsalted pretzel?"

The girl retorted, "My pens! They disappeared yesterday and those are mine, you're holding them!"

"Why would I steal your trashy pens?? My mum bought me ones that are ten times better than yours!" The girl proceeded to stick her tongue out.

The girl set down her pop patrol backpack on the desk just in front of her and stood up, she pushed her chair away and walked over to the other girl. She stopped in front of her desk and slammed her small hands against the table, she tried her best but the sound that resounded off the table would equate to that of a small book being dropped thoughtlessly on a hard surface.

"Ren-" she started.

The other girl hastily interrupted her, "Isn't it fitting that you're called Emmaline, but you always cross the line?"

The girl's face was full of disdain looking up at the short young child standing in front of her.

The girl snorted indignantly, "Yeah? Well, what can you say about names and how well they match? The REN in your name stands for goodness or love, but you're a devil, and you stole my stuff!"

The other girl looked at her for a few seconds before pulling an extremely smug face whilst stroking her imaginary beard. She pulled her most superficial voice.

"Look, hun, don't be jelly because I have a better name than you. You don't need an excuse to talk to me just 'cause I'm so great"

Before she could finish her narcissistic lol the girl was cut off by a sudden something flying at her face and knocking her and her chair to the ground.

"Ah… ow…!"

The girl tried to sit up but she couldn't move anything, as if she were paralysed?! She looked down at her body in a surge of fear and realised that it might be that, or… someone was just pinning her down and they were just too heavy that she couldn't move them by herself.

"You- You fat donkey!" The girl yelled out while struggling under the weight.

"Donkey? Me?! Your laugh sounds more like a donkey!" The girl replied not even bothering to get up.

The girl underneath started to find it difficult to breathe so she pulled at the mess of hair in front of her in an attempt to get her to move.

"Hey- ow, stop pulling!" She struggled in the grip, "If my hair falls out it's your fault!"

In her attempt to get the girl to let go she hammered her straight in the face with her fists. However, this did make her let go, blood dripped out of the nose of a face that stared up at her. The girl, on the other hand, seemingly had yet to notice this and turned her attention back to the girl she was straddling with a contended smug expression.

The girl still below her could only smile back, a second later the loud sound of an object hitting something resounded through the classroom and everyone stopped talking. All eyes were on the two laying on the floor, They had begun tussling uncontrollably and whilst doing so bumped into a numerous amount of objects and people.

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The girls had once again been dragged into the teachers' office for fighting, the teachers had long since gotten bored of their scuffles and it only left bitter tastes in their mouths when they came into their office every day, or every few days if they were lucky.

The teachers were inclined to ask a series of questions and give the same lecture every time students fought. With how frequently they'd each had to recite the same jumble of words due to these two disobedient children, they'd decided to make a game of who could say the lecture in the fewest words to get them out of their office the fastest and another on who could finally get them to stop fighting.

The decided prizes had been, for the former, an all-paid-for night out drinking with each of the faculty, fully paid for by the loser. The loser was the one who'd used the most words for the lecture by the time the two had stopped fighting. Whilst the prize for the latter was a fully paid for a weekend getaway, with each of the losers chipping in to pay for it.

"Why were you fighting… again?"

"Miss, she stole my stuff!" The girl exclaimed in a huff.

"Stole? What did she steal? Do you have any proof, little miss?" The teacher smiled in exasperation.

The girl looked up at the teacher's pretty face and "Well, uhm, no, but…"

The woman looked at her with a soft smile, however, if you've looked closely you could see the hints of annoyance forming behind it, "Then why do you you think she stole from you?"

"Well her pens are pretty- I mean! I have pens exactly like those and she has them now"

"No, I didn't! If you can't keep a hold of your things it's not my fault if you lose them!"

The teacher could only sigh seeing this scene, they kept arguing even when being within the teacher's office. However, she had to get them out soon so she asked the rest of the mandatory questions.

"So why and who started this?" She breathed out quickly.

"I told you miss, I'm sure she stole from me."

"She punched me!"

"I didn't! And even if I did, she slapped me right after!"

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The teacher had finally gotten them to stop arguing but she started sweating, all the same, the record so far was 7 words, she had to form 6 words or less to be in the lead. Currently, she was head and head with the guy in the first place, she had a score of 9 words for the time being.

"Go. Stop fighting. I'll scold you." The teacher said with an uneasy face.

The teacher thought and tried to convince herself that it should be okay, but the sentence was poorly worded. That shouldn't matter though, these students, they're already almost teenagers, they should be able to understand simple sentences like this one. Honestly, it might be more surprising if they didn't get it, yeah!

The two girls hurriedly stood up and dashed out of the office.

"What did she just say-?"

"That she'd scold us if we stopped fighting."

"…What a weirdo."

"Says you," the girl whispered back so as not to be heard.

"Hey! I'm not deaf you know." The other girl replied with a growing pout on her delicate face. She decided to pick up the pace and walked ahead, leaving the girl behind by herself.

Watching her back leave her view as she turned a corner to go back to class the girl that was left behind sighed.

"Why does everyone like Emma…? She's such a pain, honestly."