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Post by carla on May 22, 2011 22:49:14 GMT -8
Lunch. Normally, it was a time for sitting and looking on at boys. But for Carla Nash? It was a time to hide and try to avoid Jessa Del Rossi. She had tried to get along with her. Jessa wouldn't have it. Instead, she found herself bullied. Carla never got bullied! Not once! This was a whole different ballgame to her. She had taken some tips from the other kids in school who got bullied. She never considered herself to be a nerd. But here she was, taking advice from them.
Carla had packed her lunch and ate it before the bell rang to go to lunch. That way, she didn't run the risk of her lunch being spoiled or ruined. She was the last one out of her class. She crept along the wall and made her way under the stairs. She was pretty good with hiding, she thought. She needed to get upstairs and to her next class. The blond bit her lip and slowly, peeked out. The hall was pretty much empty. By now, everyone had gone inside the cafeteria. Swallowing, she decided to just make a run for it and came out from hiding, heading up the stairs. |
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on May 22, 2011 23:49:48 GMT -8
Jessa could care less of what her family thought of her. She could care less that she would seriously be in a world of trouble. But nobody could truly ever understand what she was going through. She was mad. She was pissed. She hated everything...everything.
She was becoming a little bully. She had to take her anger out somehow. And this? It was the perfect way to do so. It was perfect. Who fucking cared if she was suspended. If she was even expelled for that matter. It just did not matter anymore. Jessa, who used to love school, now completely dispised it.
It was a Friday afternoon and Jess was looking for one thing...the perfect target. Her target. She had left her class and headed down the hall. And that was when she spotted the little girl. She couldn't help but smirk. "Well, well, well...If it isn't my favorite target." Jessa strolled over casually, right up to Carla. And before se sayed a word, slammed the girl into the wall.
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Post by carla on May 23, 2011 3:05:09 GMT -8
Carla whimpered when she went into the wall "Jessa....please. I-I don't have any money." now, that was true. Knowing that their parents knew each other made it that much worse. Carla couldnt just tell. "what do you want from me?"
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on May 25, 2011 0:48:15 GMT -8
Jessa clenched her right fist. "What do I want?" She could not help but chuckle at that question. She stepped dangerously close. "I want to be able to smell your fear. I want you to do whatever I say. No matter how humiliating. And most important...I want to get you into trouble by your father." She grinned evilly at that.
"You ready to do as I say?" she asked, evilly, shoving her.
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Post by carla on May 25, 2011 2:21:36 GMT -8
Carla swallowed. Looking at Jessa, she whimpered. "what kind of trouble?" she asked. There were levels of trouble. She could handle a lecture. Though, she doubted that was what Jessa had in mind. Still, she asked it, to avoid saying yes just yet
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on May 26, 2011 8:33:05 GMT -8
Jessa could not help but smirk. "Well, it doesn't matter if you say yes or not. Because I can just make it look like you. You dad trusts me. All I have to do is make a phone call." She grabbed the younger girls arm tightly and went back to her locker. She opened it and grabbed a paper bag out.
And then led the girl into the bathroom, shoving her into a bathroom stall. She then threw the bag at her. "Bet ya dad would hate to see you wearing that." She blocked her in the stall, placing her hands on her hips. "Put it on." she ordered, with a sneer. If you opened the bag it was a red halter top, showing alot of skin, a black mini skirt and black pumps.
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Post by carla on May 26, 2011 10:27:21 GMT -8
Carla swallowed and watched in silence. She looked down at the bag and opened it. Her eyes widened. The tomboy shook her head "gross! No way! I don't even wear pink! You think I'm gonna look like some slut just cause you do? I'm not a hooker!"
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on May 31, 2011 8:25:57 GMT -8
Jessa's eyes narrowed before the teen slapped her target, hard, across the face. "Bitch...do it!" she hissed. "Or I will be making a little phone call to your father and tell him that I caught you on the roof of this damn school having sex with a senior boy." she smirked. "After all, he'll believe me."
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Post by carla on May 31, 2011 21:25:55 GMT -8
Carla scrunched up her face angrily “I can prove you wrong! I'm a virgin, Jessa! You can't fake that. All I gotta do is go to the doctor and he can look and tell my dad that I am. Besides, the roof? That's where whores like you hang out. And guess what? I'm not a whore.” she shook her head “and I'm telling my dad that you're being a bully. He won't stand for it, you know.” |
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