Rachel sihed as she walked along hte school corridor, glad the day was finally over. normally she would be heading for practice, she was a cheerleader. Instead she's off the team thanks to some jerk having a chemisty accident. he end result? One broken arm, and a month with a cast. Frustrated, she brushed a bang of her caramel colored hair out of her face.
Why did this have to happen to me? she thought, angry. it didn't help that stories started to fly that it was her fault, that she was a ditz, which was completely untrue. She was so worked up in her own thoughts, she didn't see Amy, the school 'witch'. Amy was a stereotypical goth; dyed black hair, pale skin (it was natural, without any need of makeup), black clothes.
"Sorry Amy" Rachel stammered as they collided. Amy frowned, before breaking into a grin. "Maybe the stories about you should be that you're a klutz, not a ditzy cheerleader type" the goth said, laughing. "Tough break. We know that Jason broke your arm."
"thanks for not going crazy" Rachel said, picking herself up. "This arm is driving me insane"
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