Breaking Karma by Charity Ferrell

Author:Charity Ferrell [Ferrell, Charity]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Amazon: B01HAZPEWQ
Published: 2016-06-18T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

My nose shriveled up at the potent scent of bleach when I walked into the girl's locker room. Every single girl in the room ignored my presence as I made my way down the aisles looking for a locker. It didn't bother me. I wasn't there to make friends. I mentally gave each scowling girl the middle finger as I passed by. Tossing my bag on the bench in front of an isolated locker, I let out a deep sigh.

"Hey girl." I jumped, whipping around to see a short girl with deep auburn hair pulled into a messy bun throw her gym bag in front of the locker next to mine. "I was hoping we would have a class together." Her hands went down to the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head, messing her hair up more. "I know being the new girl around this joint sucks major ass, so I just want you to know I'm here for you.”

I definitely couldn't have agreed more with her last statement. I'd practically dived out of the car when we pulled into the school parking lot. If I had to hear one more second of Piper's incessant whining, I was going to stick a pen in my eardrums and gouge them out.

My first two classes were absolutely dreadful. In both of them, the teachers had insisted that I introduce myself. My Chemistry teacher was the worst, though. She stood in front of the class with her oversized glasses and ill-fitted sweater and insisted I share three fun facts about myself to everyone. There was just one problem. There was nothing fun about me anymore. I had briefly considered telling her my first fun fact was that I wanted to shove my foot up her ass, but I bit my tongue. My parents most likely wouldn't have been too happy if I got kicked out of school on my first day for verbally assaulting a teacher.

I eyed the girl next to me skeptically. "Uh," I muttered. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"I'm Gabby," she told me, smiling. I grabbed the hideous black shorts the gym teacher had given me before class. “My mom works for your Aunt Jamie."

My body went stiff, my fingers locking around the drawstring of my shorts. A worry lap shot through my nerves, afraid she knew about me. I quickly tied my shorts, reached down to grab my top, but stopped when I felt my body suddenly jerk into the metal locker beside me. Pain stung up my side as I gasped for air.

"Whoopsie, my bad," the newly familiar voice laughed out. I turned around to find Piper standing in front of me with a lookalike minion to each side of her.

One was blonde with curls similar to Piper's, and the other had a full head of black hair pulled into a low ponytail. They were both sporting different colored plaid mini-skirts similar to Piper's. The fact that someone was striving to be like her was scary, and I was worried for their mental health.

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