Don't ya just hate those ppl who think they own the world?
by Mystery Bloode
Mystery was sitting a few tables away when she saw what that girl did to the other. She stood up and walked over to Pat's table sitting down. She pulled a rag out of her backpack and handed it to Patrice.
"Are you alright? I know you don't know me but I figured you would like something to clean off. I'm sorry for what she did. Some ppl can be just so dumb"
There was a strange accent to her voice as she spoke. Her eyes moved from Patrice although she still had a friendly smile on her face. Deep inside she felt like she was going to burst with anger. She hated ppl like the vixens. They were rude in highschool but the real world wasn't highschool and eventually they'd be screwed...hopefully.