A/N: this just came to me, while I was doing absolutely nothing...enjoy. most importantly, review.

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I groaned. But it was a happy groan. My P.E. class was over. It was about time. Also, I could hear those damn snobs talking about me. They said things like, "She wouldn't last a minute jogging" or, "I know! She's so pathetic!" I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't be talking if I were them. They wouldn't last a minute without their precious nail polish.

I clutched my waist. Yeah, running laps for fifteen minutes was not my idea of an "improved gym class." I groaned. Such a long time I hadn't done exercise. And now I was beginning to feel the side affects.

"See, look at her," I heard Sarah whisper. "She can't take it. How pathetic."

Tired of them talking behind my back, I sharply turned towards them and said, "Will you cut out?! I heard what you were saying about me! And it's not true! You wouldn't last a minute without nail polish or lipstick! Wait, did I say a minute? I meant, a micro-second!"

I could feel all eyes on me. Sarah scoffed and put her hands on her waist. "Oh, really? And what're you gonna do about it?"

Nuh-uh. When she used that tone with me, it was on. Really on.

"Girl, yo' mama's so fat, her ass inspired the existence of widescreen!" I snapped.

All of our classmates, who just so happened to be around at that time, started oohing. And I thought snobs were annoying. Sheesh.

"Oh, no, you didn't'!"

"Oh, yes, I did!"

Sarah snapped her fingers. That ensued a snapping-finger contest between us two. I snapped my fingers twice; Sarah snapped hers three times and so on. "Yo' mama's so skinny, she hoola-hoops with Cheerios!" Sarah retorted.

I snapped my fingers three times and said, "Yo mama's so small, that when she fell off the curb, she committed suicide!"

"Yo mama's so dumb, she got hit by a parked car," Sarah snapped. She snapped her fingers five times and then I did six times.

"Girl, I know you ain't talkin' 'bout my mama," I warned.

"Yeah, yo mama," Sarah said.

Then the P.E. teacher, Mr. Santos, blew his whistle and said, "Fight's over. Both of you get detention. Two periods."

Sarah and I both glanced at each other and in unison, we both yelled at him, "Yo mama!"

"Oh, no you didn't!" Mr. Santos cried, snapping his fingers.

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A/N: well, the end. Sarah is a real snob from my old school, and Mr. santos was my real p.e. teacher. Well, I hope you enjoyed and please review!!!