How Getting Expelled Changed My Life, chapter 2

I got to school just as the bell was ringing (it sounds more like a horn then a bell).

I walked through the crowded halls into my English class and sat at the very back of the class room.

"Oh look there's Miss Bitch!" Said Angela.

Angela was such a bitch, was outbitched all bitchs there were to be bitched.

"Oh get plastic surgery or something that will make you looks even uglier then you already are."

Angela was going to say something that was supposed to be insulting, but then Mr. Mcbean came in and told everyone to sit down.

"Bastard," I mumbled.

Then the teacher started another boring lesson on words.

Ugh im so sick of this. I'll do anything to not have to go to school.

Then I had the greatest idea ever. (Well it seems stupid now)
I slowly got out of my seat, walked up quietly to the front of the classroom, then got my eyeliner out and drew a huge black line down the back of Mr. Mcbean's shirt. When he turned around to face me I did the same thing on his chest.

"Katie! Whatdoyouthinkyou'redoing?!"

I didn't really know what to say so I just said:

"Uh...drawing."

By this time Mr. Mcbean was so mad he could probably kick a football to Pluto.

"Gototheofficerightnow!"

"I'm going right now Mr. Fuckbean."

Then I calmly grabbed my bag and began the long walk to the office.

I could already tell that was a bad idea.