Fake
not in New York
Bugatti missed a day of school, just one single day is all it took for her life to fall apart.
“CLASS WE HAVE A NEW STUDENT!” Teacher Hollistereagle lectured.
LOL! Bugatti began laughing as she walked into the room, “I only missed one day!” She said embarrassed. Wow people really missed her!
“Take a seat Miss Sars, you are not the new student.” Mr. Hollistereagle chidled.
“Oh, okay” Bugatti’s face was red.
“Class this is our transfer student from Pencil Crayon, Wisconsin. His name is Andy.” Mr. Hollistereagle said.
“Thank you.” Andy stood up at the front of the room, oh no it’s that creep jerrick Andy that tied Bugatti to a tench!
“Hello everyone, I’m actually from Poughkeepsie.” Andy waved saddled.
“Poptarts?” Mr. Hollistereagle said.
“Poughkeepsie, like the one in New York only…not in New York.” Andy corrected the teacher.
“Periwinkle!” Mr. Hollistereagle shrugged dismissively and tossed a dry-erase marker into the air which he dropped. Twice.
The class giggled. Bugatti was too scared to laugh as Andy turned around and winked at her. What a jerrick!
“How could you?” Bugatti began to shakes.
“Say a few words about yourself please Andy from Peru.” Mr. Hollistereagle said.
“I’m a transfer student.” Andy cleared his thorax nervously in front of the room. “Uh, my name’s Andy and I’m pretty good at everything.”
“No your not!” Bugatti threw her books at the floor and left the room.
Bugatti thought that Andy left the room to follow behind her but he did not. I guess he is over her.
Notes
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