High school nightmare

There's more!? Shit.

I sat outside only to get a heel thrown in my face.

Let's start with I was texting my brother, even if he's an ass, for renforcments if it was a fight. I put a bit on my photo blog, updated Facebook, and waited. I took a few pictures waiting, and was about to get up and leave.

When a shoe hit my face.

I felt a nosebleed, and grabbed the shoe. Heel, size 9, red- yep. Barbie doll is back. I held it as a blunt weapon, and looked around. I got my camera out. Aha.

I threw it in a shady spot, and heard a scream. Barbie ran crying, her arm scraped slightly deeper. Ok, that hurts. But so does a heel straight in the face. A limo pulled up.

Either my mom or her dad. And
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It was both.

"Mom! Nice seeing you! I thought your show was later. How are you?" I asked, covering my bloody nose.

"Daddy~! She threw a heel at me and scraped my arm!" Barbie yelled. I blinked. "Well, to be brutally honest, you threw it at me first." I replied, walking over to the heel and picking it up. I showed it to her, then pointed to the blood on the ground. "Becides, you're a size 9? Red heel? You're missing one." I contenued, handing it to her. She looked down. "That doesn't give yo-"

"That gives you no reason to hurt my daughter." The man replied. She sniffed.
"However, that gives you're daughter no reason to hurt mine." My mother replied. I nodded, then looked at my hand. I rubbed my nose. More was coming. I sighed. "Now, let's just start off with what are you two doing togeather?" I asked, covering the wounds.

"Simple. He's my co-host." My mom smiled. I gagged. "My dad is WHAT!? Nononono, my daddy will NOT work with the mother of that... That... Freak!" Barbie yelled. "Whoa, calm down Barbie doll. It's just a show." I teased.

Then Blonde-haired Alex comes in wearing football gear. Drenched in sweat. "Whoa, looks like SOMEONE is exhausted." I teased. "Oh, hey cutie. Just football practice. And there's your fighting spirit." He replied. "Do you always flirt with the new girls?" I scoffed. He smirked. "Hey, can't help it if I'm a ladies man. It's instinct." He shrugged.
Meanwhile Barbie doll is glaring at us.

And Mom is trying not to laugh and just gets in the car. Meanwhile, Barbie's dad drags Barbie in the car and they drive off. I just stood there. "Um... So. I guess I'll walk home..?" I muttered. He looked at me. "You're nose is bleeding. Here." He states randomly, getting a cloth and a bandaid out. He places the bandaid on the scratch from the heel and hands me the tissue. "Tilt your head UP and use that to soak the blood up. I'll walk you home." He offered.

I did what he said, and realized what he said. He will WALK me home. "You do realize it's 3 miles away?" I replied. "So is mine. If it's in the opposite direction, I get an extra 6." He replied. I sighed. "Get a tissue or rag and go wipe your sweat off." I scolded. "You aren't my mom." He replied. I sighed. "You still need to get that sweat off your face. You reek of sweat." I scolded again.

After doing so, him and me started walking home.