Betsy was in a blah mood, walking the halls like a drunken person. She was overly happy, for no apparent reason. She was whistling zip id dee do dah, being too happy. It was annoying the people in the hall. She had no classes that day, so she had on jeans with white ballet flats with a lacey white shirt that was georgous.
She wanted a friend so badly.
she had no one.
but of course she hid it.

Zee was sitting looking out of the window, alone as always. She was really p****d off becuase a prefect had confiscated her dung bombs. As she sat there fuming this really irritating girl came was jumping around the hallway. "hey you !@#$%!" she said eyeing her oh-so-girly clothes and sighing,"will you pleeeeaase keep it low?" she asked her in a fake sweet voice.

Betsy just looked at her funny.
"Uh no. I'm happy, I'm not suffering cause you aren't."

"well, i AM suffering because you are...so please shut the bloody trap." she snapped back.

"Well I think that you should get some friends." Betsy said with a face.

Truth hurts, and it did...Zee was getting really annoyed,"and i think i don't give a !@#$ about what you think." she said through gritted teeth.