"Preps are so stupid.
They are such frauds.
They act like know-it-alls,
When they know nothing.
They always wonder,
Why goths hate them.
I tell you now from experience.
We hate preps because of their grossness,
Their four inches of make-up,
How they talk,
How they act,
And most of all,
How they're stuck-up whores!" I said in a nice clear voice.
"Umm… Very…interesting poem Kimiko." my English teacher, Mrs. Peggy, said.
HA! It's better than interesting, but whatever. God I just love seeing those preps roll their eyes and give me their "say what you want, I don't care anyways" looks. You see they do care, and their four inches of make-up will never hide the truth.
"All right Kimiko, sit down. Next, Casey will read her poem." said Mrs.Peggy.
"My poem's called I Love Ya, Brat. Oh how I love seeing…" started Casey, but she was interrupted when the door opened.
A/N: Hey! ok here's something I'm going to tell you guys now so nobody tries to kill me. The way the story begins isn't how I think at all ok? I had to put it to make a good begining. Now that I cleared that up I hope you like this story, it should get better along the way. At less I hope so and yes I know I have bad grammer.