4. When your best friend is a boy, his girlfriend hates you
Abby despises me. She thinks I'm some ugly rat. I get pushed around by her a lot. "What's with your hair?" She lifted a strand of my Purple locks. "Put that down!" I hissed as I slammed her hand on the bio desk we shared. "Ow!" She whined. "Mr. Lancer, I think Violet broke my nail!" She lifted a perfectly fine manicured hand. "Ms. King, your hand is fine. Now please pay attention." She scowled. I poured the liquids together while she texted her friends. "You should really help me Princess, if you want a good grade." She smirked. "I don't think I have to. Now freak get back to mixing." I smirked. "Um Mr. Lancer I have a question." He walked over. "Yes Ms. Rogers?" I looked at him innocently. "Do I have a lab partner?" He looked at me strangely. "Ms. Rogers, Ms. King is your partner." I looked at him with faux confusion. "Well is said partner supposed to be helping?" He nodded. I pointed at the phone she was to involved in to notice I was getting her in trouble. "Ms. King?" She looked up and smiled. Sorry sir I was looking at our work paper." She lied. "Sure Ms. King and I'm giving you tickets to a Carrie Underwood concert." She wrinkled her nose. "Oh please country? Really?" He handed her a pass to the principals office. She walked out, scowling at me.