Daughter of Kellin Quinn
EAT IT BITCH!
*Copeland’s POV*
I walked into school with the biggest smile on my face. For some reason, I was extremely happy.
I carried the mini-sized, double chocolate cake with colorful sprinkles to each hour until lunch pulled in. I didn’t want to do anything in first hour even though Kenadee was in there. And it was too early to manipulate my evil plan anyway. God, listen to me, I sound like I’m a villain.
So I killed the time thinking exactly what I had to do. I honestly can’t wait!
Lunch came quick and before I knew it, Kenadee was right there at the vending machine. I slowly took in a deep breath and seized my way over to her, holding the cake in one hand and swaying my other hand to the side as I walked. She was standing with a couple of her girlfriends and boys that she knew. Her face was perfectly powdered and to the right consistency. It would be a shame if someone, me, just shuffled over to her and slipped, causing the wonderful decorated cake in my palm to smash her face. Smearing all the sprinkles and frosting over her expensive, sequenced top.
I’m terrible. But this is exciting just thinking about it. I could get in trouble and get suspended but it is so worth it.
“Hey Kena,” I announced a little loudly so her and her friends stared at me. “How’s it going?” She peered at the cake in my hand.
“Excuse me?” she said giving me the evil eye.
“Woah, you’re not allowed to call her Kena. Only her friends can and you’re not her friend,” one of her friend’s said. She had long, pretty brownish hair with a tint of red in it.
I would love to smash her face and pull her hair out too but she’s not my main target. “Oh, I already know that,” I said sarcastically smiling at her. I directed my attention to Kenadee. “So, I made you a cake. It’s from scratch and I know you’ll love it.” I handed her the cake but she didn’t accept it.
“I don’t take my cake chocolate. I take it vanilla.”
A way to word your sentence, Blondie. “Well then, looks like you’re just gonna have to EAT IT BITCH!” I chucked the cake right in her face and pressed down as hard as I could. She screamed for dear life like someone just attacked her with a knife. It was just a cake and I’m trying to have a lil fun. And it worked! I ran from the lunch room and into the bathroom. I'm going to remember this moment forever!
---
I got in trouble because her friends all told on me. I got suspended for the rest of the week. It was Tuesday so until Friday and then I can go back. So pretty much next week is when I can start up again.
The school called my dad to notify him on what happened. He was very disappointed in me but then again, he was proud as well. He’s like I stood up for myself and didn’t back down from her. If she called me names then she deserved to have a cake thrown in her face. But now I’m not allowed to make a cake unless it’s for a birthday and not for chucking it at people. Although a cake fight does sound pretty fucking awesome right now.
---
“You do realize that I’m not letting you off the hook, right?” my dad said folding his arms across his chest.
“Yes, I know. But come on! You said so yourself, she deserved it! She’s sort of a bully to everyone. Name calling and all?”
“I know what you mean. But still, that isn’t right.” He walked away and left me sitting on the couch by myself.
He started walking up the stairs until I paused him. “Hey dad?”
“Hmmm?”
“I know I’m in trouble at school, but not technically in the house. So can I have someone over for a while?”
“And who might that be?”
Actually…I don’t even know myself. I haven’t thought about it yet. I just wanted someone to keep me company. It was only 5:35 pm. “Well, can I have Jaime over?”
“You mean the Mexican with the spikey black hair? The one who baked the cake with you that you managed to throw in a girl’s face?…….Yeah sure.”
“REALLY?!” I’m so flabbergasted right now! “THANKS!”
“But, not for too long... a couple hours is enough.”
---
“You’re doing it wrong, Jaime!”
“No I’m not!” Jaime laughed out, bending down to fix the mat.
“Yeah you are ya douche face!”
“Fine, how do you do it then! Since you’re so damn smart!”
“Ok! So it’s like step kick step twirl jump down.”
“What?! That is so not what it says to do.”
I liked playfully arguing with Jaime. He never took it seriously and neither did I. He’s amazing and funny. “Yes it is! Look you gotta put your foot out and-”
My dad rushed down stairs, almost falling over. “Copeland! Jaime!… Oh my god!” He was out of breath coming into the living room. “It’s…It’s the hospital! Vic woke up! They said he had a panic attack because he didn‘t realize where he was. But he’s ok now and we’re allowed to go see him.”
And in that moment, Jaime and I looked at each other with wide eyes and we both forcefully yanked at each other’s shirt and pulled in closer. We hugged so tightly and began to cry. We couldn’t believe that for once in our lives, something good was coming about. Vic was alive and ok. Everything was going to be just fine.
I walked into school with the biggest smile on my face. For some reason, I was extremely happy.
I carried the mini-sized, double chocolate cake with colorful sprinkles to each hour until lunch pulled in. I didn’t want to do anything in first hour even though Kenadee was in there. And it was too early to manipulate my evil plan anyway. God, listen to me, I sound like I’m a villain.
So I killed the time thinking exactly what I had to do. I honestly can’t wait!
Lunch came quick and before I knew it, Kenadee was right there at the vending machine. I slowly took in a deep breath and seized my way over to her, holding the cake in one hand and swaying my other hand to the side as I walked. She was standing with a couple of her girlfriends and boys that she knew. Her face was perfectly powdered and to the right consistency. It would be a shame if someone, me, just shuffled over to her and slipped, causing the wonderful decorated cake in my palm to smash her face. Smearing all the sprinkles and frosting over her expensive, sequenced top.
I’m terrible. But this is exciting just thinking about it. I could get in trouble and get suspended but it is so worth it.
“Hey Kena,” I announced a little loudly so her and her friends stared at me. “How’s it going?” She peered at the cake in my hand.
“Excuse me?” she said giving me the evil eye.
“Woah, you’re not allowed to call her Kena. Only her friends can and you’re not her friend,” one of her friend’s said. She had long, pretty brownish hair with a tint of red in it.
I would love to smash her face and pull her hair out too but she’s not my main target. “Oh, I already know that,” I said sarcastically smiling at her. I directed my attention to Kenadee. “So, I made you a cake. It’s from scratch and I know you’ll love it.” I handed her the cake but she didn’t accept it.
“I don’t take my cake chocolate. I take it vanilla.”
A way to word your sentence, Blondie. “Well then, looks like you’re just gonna have to EAT IT BITCH!” I chucked the cake right in her face and pressed down as hard as I could. She screamed for dear life like someone just attacked her with a knife. It was just a cake and I’m trying to have a lil fun. And it worked! I ran from the lunch room and into the bathroom. I'm going to remember this moment forever!
---
I got in trouble because her friends all told on me. I got suspended for the rest of the week. It was Tuesday so until Friday and then I can go back. So pretty much next week is when I can start up again.
The school called my dad to notify him on what happened. He was very disappointed in me but then again, he was proud as well. He’s like I stood up for myself and didn’t back down from her. If she called me names then she deserved to have a cake thrown in her face. But now I’m not allowed to make a cake unless it’s for a birthday and not for chucking it at people. Although a cake fight does sound pretty fucking awesome right now.
---
“You do realize that I’m not letting you off the hook, right?” my dad said folding his arms across his chest.
“Yes, I know. But come on! You said so yourself, she deserved it! She’s sort of a bully to everyone. Name calling and all?”
“I know what you mean. But still, that isn’t right.” He walked away and left me sitting on the couch by myself.
He started walking up the stairs until I paused him. “Hey dad?”
“Hmmm?”
“I know I’m in trouble at school, but not technically in the house. So can I have someone over for a while?”
“And who might that be?”
Actually…I don’t even know myself. I haven’t thought about it yet. I just wanted someone to keep me company. It was only 5:35 pm. “Well, can I have Jaime over?”
“You mean the Mexican with the spikey black hair? The one who baked the cake with you that you managed to throw in a girl’s face?…….Yeah sure.”
“REALLY?!” I’m so flabbergasted right now! “THANKS!”
“But, not for too long... a couple hours is enough.”
---
“You’re doing it wrong, Jaime!”
“No I’m not!” Jaime laughed out, bending down to fix the mat.
“Yeah you are ya douche face!”
“Fine, how do you do it then! Since you’re so damn smart!”
“Ok! So it’s like step kick step twirl jump down.”
“What?! That is so not what it says to do.”
I liked playfully arguing with Jaime. He never took it seriously and neither did I. He’s amazing and funny. “Yes it is! Look you gotta put your foot out and-”
My dad rushed down stairs, almost falling over. “Copeland! Jaime!… Oh my god!” He was out of breath coming into the living room. “It’s…It’s the hospital! Vic woke up! They said he had a panic attack because he didn‘t realize where he was. But he’s ok now and we’re allowed to go see him.”
And in that moment, Jaime and I looked at each other with wide eyes and we both forcefully yanked at each other’s shirt and pulled in closer. We hugged so tightly and began to cry. We couldn’t believe that for once in our lives, something good was coming about. Vic was alive and ok. Everything was going to be just fine.
Notes
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6/19/14