George's Diary at Senior
For almost an hour I heard Rebekah chatter. She'd been nagging ever since she left the principal's office, giving me a headache—made me massage my forehead. Rebekah was still cursing and swearing, cursing Mandy, while mopping the warehouse floor.
"Eww!" She screamed in annoyance. "I've never done such a lowly job!"
"Shut up, Bekah." I reprimanded her.
"Or what? Hmm? If I don't shut up, what do you want?"
"I'll throw you out the window and watch you fall from upstairs smiling contentedly." I looked at her intently, giving her a hyperbolic smile. "You want me to try it?"
Rebekah raised the corners of her lips. "You're a psychopath."
I still maintained my smile. "Yeah, well, dealing with an impudent person like yourself does have to be a psychopath first."
