ColorSabotage

It was first when I saw her that my mind was clear, but when my eyes focused in, I saw something- or someone- different from the normal buzz of my high school. I had been through three years of its bland day to day plan, but everything was different now, at least in my eyes. I later found out her name was Liza Rockwood, and she was a new senior from Europe. One of the main things I remembered from her was the rainbow ribbon she had in her dirty blond hair, which was longer than mine, if you wish to compare. I was guessing from where I was that she was maybe an inch shorter than me, or two, but she didn’t look like she actually was a spor

 As Lisa ran out of the clubs back door and yelled that Alice was in a fight, I stood up and jumped over Isabella, and ran into the club, only to find out I had to push my way threw to get to my friend that was sitting on a stool, her lip cut and blood going down her chin. I looked at who threw the punch, and my eyes filled with anger as my fist clenched and I punched the boy, one I knew from school, one that hated all lesbians and gays. I left him holding his chin before I took Alice’s hand and led her out through the crowd and soon we stood in front of my Jeep. “Thank you, Sammie,” She said as she hugged me and I all I did

 As the team cheered, but I couldn’t really tell who they were cheering for since Isabella and I were tied up with seconds to go. I knew I had to win, or she might actually be able to join with the fact she beat the captain, and everyone else would probably choose her. We both tried to catch our breath, sweat droplets were forming on both of our foreheads and it only annoyed me even more as it rolled in between my eyes and made me look cross eyed at the sweat droplet rolling down. Isabella had the ball and was trying to break past me to get to the goal when she stepped on my foot, and we both fell forward, with her on top of me. When I

As much as I know, the past twenty minutes were a blur of nothing but a little animation on my notebook, I hadn’t been paying much attention to Ms. Samson, nor did I really care to as she was giving us the lecture of how to have protected sex, and god knows only the slut girls would actually pay attention because they had already had un-protected sex. Well anyway, I was sitting in my little desk drawing stick figures battling each other with tanks and guns on my notebook, when suddenly the door to the classroom flew open and the principal was holding someone’s ear in her hand, with a body attached to it. I really didn’t look u