normal 6th grade girl: *grinds on her 11 year old boyfriend*
7th grader: i feel sorry for you.
In summary THESE PEOPLE NEED TO BE BEATEN AND BEATEN HARD!!!!
Female 6th Grader: OMG I LIKE LURVE JUSTIN BIEBER HE'S SO HAWT AND SO IS DAT BOI THAR LOLOLOLOL I LURVE MAKE-UP OMG AND GLITTER LAWL
girl 2:lets have a sleepover this weekend.
girl 1:yeah! but girl 3 is definitely NAWT invited...
girl 3:mommy!! girl 1&2 didnt invite me to their sleepover!! wahhh
But sixth graders still have their childlike innocence, even if they are cracking jokes about genatilia. The upperclassman just ruin the fun for them.
She turned and noticed a little 6th grader girl, about a foot shorter than her, donning clothes that were simular to hers. But for little kids.
She laughed inside, mocking the girl's wanna-be looks in her head, until she noticed her very long lashes. They were like feather dusters. They were thick and dark, too, better than any mascara could provide.
She screamed, out loud. She hurled her inky mascara bottle at the poor girl, and it splattered all over her face. She gasped and took a step back, looked at the eighth grade girl in horror, than ran, as fast as she could, to the nearest water fountain. The girl only watched, feeling both anger and regret. She picked up her mascara, then threw it in the trash.