You could say that I'm culpable of stirring up mayhem in my sixth period history class and Kimberly always gets dragged into sticky situations. She doesn't follow my antics by choice, as she always tries to avoid them. Oh, I am so omnipotent when it comes to controlling Kimberly, but then Mr. Asciutto comes over and gives me death stares, so I must either turn away or glare into those wild eyes. On the other hand, Chrissy gets a more vocal punishment from Asciutto. He usually yells inordinately, "TAYLOR, THIS IS YOUR SECOND YEAR IN MY CLASS, WHY AREN'T YOU PREPARED?" This is then followed by Chrissy sputtering incomprehensible babble in disbelief. "But Mr. Asciutto, I am ready!" So you could say that Chrissy and I get the most picked on in that class and we're complete antipodes of Kimberly. Kimberly does not speak nor enjoys when I take pictures of her (which I don't understand because she's gorgeous). After history, Kimberly, Chrissy, and I were walking to math class, and as usual, we were making fun of Kimberly. Then, she smashes her elbow into her locker and that caused a paroxysm of hysteria. Laughing hysteria from Chrissy and me, and a hysteria of pain for Kimberly. Funny at the moment, but not in the long run.
Yes, I'm an aberration from the norm, but what can you do? I bring chaos wherever I go, and that's fine with me.
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