While in our first class, I realized that Gary's last name isn't Sue. It's Stu. It's just because he always pronounced it as Sue.

        He literally broke up with me because of it. I, like, begged him to stay with me, but he wouldn't listen, so he went with that red headed slut. That bitch and her friends kept making fun of me for the rest of the day, while Gary just laughed at me. That fucking traitor. I swear I'm going to rip his fucking face off and glue it onto that bitch's ass before I-

        "Ms. Sue, you're going to tear the paper if you keep gripping it like that," my teacher said, putting his hand on my shoulder. He looked at me with pure lust and evil since that's the only way any guy looks at young girls.

        "Fuck off!" I yell at him, causing him to stumble back at the loud and over the top voice.

        "That is absolutely disrespectful and uncalled for! Go to the office!"

        "Fine, but I'll just tell them about how you're literally a pedophile!" I scream at him, standing up from my seat abruptly and grabbing all of my stuff. I rush out of the door and head to the front office, people mocking my ugliness along the way.

        I rush into the office and plop down on the sofa across from the front desk and heave a sigh of desperation.

        "Mr. Williams has already contacted us about what you accused him of. Unfortunately for you, that means we have to call your parents," the desk lady person said unenthusiasticly, picking up the phone and entering some numbers.

        "I have your number memorized," she muttered, waiting for one of my parents to pick up the phone.

        "Hello, is this Mrs. Sue?" She asked sweetly, putting on a facade.

        After what felt like ten minutes, she hung up the phone and smiled devilishly.

        "Your parents are coming, and they have a little surprise."

        I groan in annoyance and slouch in my seat. Whenever my parents have a surprise, it's, like, never good. They think it's great, but it's not.

        I pick at my fingernails before pulling out my phone and going on Snapchat.

        "Hey peeps, it's ya girl Mary Poopins in the house. Just waiting for my dumbass parents to come pick me up. This fucking, like, receptionist woman thinks I'm fucking lying about my teacher being, like, a pedophile, but it's whatevs. I'll just have daddy remove him."

        The lady thing orbs me down, like she wants to kill me, and honestly, I feel really attacked today.

        "Anyways, before the man lady interrupted me, I was talking about my daddy. He's filthy rich and- oh. He's here now, with...who the fuck is that little girl with him?"

        I watch my dad enter the building with a short girl as I end my snap and post it on my story. I hurriedly put my phone away and orb my daddy and the girl.

        What the fuck? Whomst the fuck? Why the fuck? When the fuck?

        "Aww, who's the cutie?" The lady man asks my dad, looking at the girl with affection.

        "Her name's Kelle and we officially adopted her yesterday," my dad states, rubbing her head affectionately.

        Kelle looks back at me and smiles sweetly, making me scoff.

        Who does this bitch think I am? Walking in here like she owns the fucking place. I own this bitch.

        Kelle turns back to the receptionist and reaches out her hand for the receptionist to shake, which she politely does.

        "Well," my father says, "we'll be on our way. Don't worry, you'll probably see her a lot." He gives me the death glare. I just scoff and roll my orbs.

~Timeskip brought to you by some pointless thing that everyone puts because they're too lazy to put minor details that'll take a scene to the next scene.~

        Once we're home, mom greets us with a bright smile and pulls me into a hug.

        "I know we never talked about this, sweetie," she whispers into my ear, caressing my hair, "but it's for the better. She's black and we need more money. Also, publicity."

        I push my mom away and look at the child who stares blankly at me.

        "Why don't you show her to your room. She'll be sleeping there temporarily," my dumbass mother says, smiling brightly.

        "I'm not letting that little bitch sleep in MY, like, room. She's going to make me even uglier than I already am. Plus, One Direction is supposed to make their appearance in the next chapter," I state grumpily, ignoring the stench of the child.

        "I literally need my room so that we can fuck!"

        "Mary! Watch your fucking language in front of Kelle, would ya?!"

        I literally roll my orbs and drag the munchkin into my room, slamming the door behind me to show, like, dominance or something.

        "Listen here, you little bitch," I start, pushing her onto my bright pink rolling chair that goes with my desk, "I literally run this motherfucking place. Everything that I say goes. You, like, got that?"

        Kelle cocks her head like a bitch and gives me a confused look.

        "Do you not, like, comprehend American? Do you speak some sort of foreign language like Mexican or something?"

        She looks at me like I'm literally, like, stupid, when I'm way smarter than she'll ever be.

        "I've been learning some so, Tengo un coño gordo."

        Kelle bursts out in laughter, literally rolling on the floor.

        "Ew. Get off the floor, you pig. What I said was not, like, funny. I'm trying to get you to, like, respond."

        Kelle gets up, wiping a fake tear away from her eye.

        "You're a dumbass."

How'd you guys like this chapter? Don't answer that, I honestly don't care. It's not about you, it's about me. 100% me. The world revolves around me. I'm the center of the universe. Give me all your attention. It's just about me me me! I don't care about the mistakes I made in this chapter because they're not mistakes to me. They're just improvements that nobody else agrees on. Anyways, I love myself and you should love me too. Toodles~