A hush envelops the air and pronto, you hear the distant screeching of vultures. They're the kind of persons you wanna least associate yourself with. They are those scheming devils who looks out for their best interests. Those f*ckin' bitches that spells out trouble! Warning lights on!
Contrary to popular beliefs, these minacious witches are so not cool. They are not the hottest of the bunch. In fact, they're just those filthy, second- rate acts romping at the sidewalk of Mabini. They don't even have brains as capitals. Yes, they have higher grades than mine but still unworthy of praise. They're not popular. They're not even well- off who splurges with latest gadgets and trendy clothes. But they are real- life mean girls.
The oh- so- spiteful bitches.
Funny thing, I knew them a lot. I, myself, had been a victim. But I'm not affected because if it affects me much I could, at a flick of my fingers, shove my fist into their throats. They intimidate a lot of persons and make themselves feel important. And they been studding their grim to many of my classmates.
Those gossips, criticisms, sarcasms and disapproval. I just feel so irritated that I just want to bang their heads altogether. I could also be accused of being mean. The case's not the same with them. They just going overboard.
Enough of this. Enough of the rave and rants. They're so not worth it. one valuable lesson learned. Be always ahead of bitches. You'll never know when they would strike.
Ciao, baby!
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