Ch. 1: Swift VS The Mean Girl

Another day has occurred as Swift is venturing down the halls to get to her class on time. Many girls were chatting about nonsense like fashion, make-up and relationships with other guys their age. Swift had no interest in famous hobbies unlike other girls.

"Hello, School Baby," One girl called out to Swift and made a pacifier fishy face at her. "Don't rage, cry or some spit at me."

Swift came to a grinding halt as she parked her feet like a car, turned around and approached her silently without uttering a word.

"Hello, Stupid Girl," Swift replied in a nice calm voice and smiled. "If I sit in a high chair, I'd spit food at your cutesy face that no guy will ever be with you."

The mean girl stood there quietly and snickered. And then she threw her head back and laughed really loud. Swift is not afraid of being laughed at; instead she grabbed the mean girl by the hair really hard.

"Ow!" Yelped the mean girl as she flailed her arms rapidly. "Please let go of my pretty hair!"

"You got it," Swift smiled and released her hair after she somehow snipped parts of the mean girl's hair via a pair of scissors she had concealed in the pocket of her dress.

The mean noticed her a little bit of hair Swift had snipped off already fell down the floor slowly. She ran away screaming and crying like a little baby. Swift smirked and laughed at the mean girl for being too sensitive about her looks.

"Looks are not about everything, sweetie," Swift pulled down the bottom of her right eye with her left eye closed and stuck a tongue out at her. "Make your list and check it twice before picking on someone smaller than you!"

Just then, Swift peered up to the wall and saw the clock ticking close to the time for the bell to ring. She darted past all the students in her way knocking them down like dominoes without stopping to say sorry for getting in the way.

"I'm almost there!" she huffed and puffed while she turned corners down each hallway and finally reached Miss Stempali's class. "I'm almost--"

Swift got cut off in a blink of an eye when she collided into something big and soft. She fell down on her back and looked up to see who she bumped into. Why, it was nobody other carrying a huge fat belly than her mean teacher, Miss Stempali. The teacher clamped her hips with her big hands, looked down at Swift and tapped her shoe slowly. She certainly did not have any time for students in her class to be lollygagging on a tight schedule.

"Please watch yourself next time in the future, little Vilunim," Miss Stempali said sternly and helped Swift up by pulling her up by the hand. "Now go sit down in your seat."

"Yes, Miss Stempali," Swift nodded and walked in the class arriving to be the last student present.