Thems be fightin' words

shirt: thrifted          skirt: thrifted         belt: handmade       shoes: Target

I always thought that that the crazy face kids were the ones that got into fights in school. You know who I'm talking about. There's the boy that yelled at you when you bumped him in the shoulder on accident when you walked by and he yelled a "Yeah that's right, keep walking!" as you scurried to your next class. Or there's that loco chica, she’s the girl with that crazy look in her eyes and nails filed like dang tiger claws, oh yeah, don't you dare look at her the wrong way or she’ll make your life miserable….and then make her cousin beat you up.

The evidence was clear to me. Only the crazies got in fights, and I wasn’t one of them so I thought I was safe. I mean right?!

So imagine one day in the eighth grade, you’re sitting on the black top with your friends and a girl comes up to you with a posse of six girls behind her.

She has her eyebrows shaved off and penciled in a thin line all the way to her ears. Her lips are lined with black lip liner and then glossed a pale white. Her bangs are curled in an exact circle and then hair sprayed until the can broke….apparently.  

And she says this to you.

Swishy gang leader: "Wassss wrong wit you gurl."

Sarah: "Huh."

Swishy gang leader: "You know what you did. Don play stewpid."

Sarah: "I'm not playing...stewwwpiid. I just don't know what you're talking about."

Swishy gang leader: "I hurd you been talkin' 'bout me."

Sarah: "I don't even know who you are."

Swishy gang leader: " Yeah thas zactly right. You don know me. So don talk 'bout me."

Sarah: "Uhh"

Swishy gang leader: "What choo wan fight or sumpin?"

Sarah: "Uhhh...no."

Swishy gang leader: "Thas it gurl. You won even know what hit you gurl. Meet me after school today. If you ain't too scared."

------Crazy girl and posse exits, gansta walking as they go, one hawks a nasty lugie...looogie? (you know to add a bit of intimidation)---------

 So say you show up after school (because you can't ruin your reputation now...). And nobody shows up.

And the swishy pant gang never made eye contact with you in the halls ever again.

 AND THEN EVERYONE THOUGHT YOU WERE A TOUGH FIGHTER CHICK!

TRIUMPH!

And also probably one of the most random days of my life.

 So now I want to hear your stories. Tell me about the most random day of your life wont cha?!

Also. There's more items in the shop, and once again nothing is over $15 so...get your butts over there.