Working It Out...[open]

[sarah]

Sarah Smith was looking inside her locker, checking out to make sure she didn't leave her History Homework at home. Still searching, she fell backwards on the locker besides her's.

"Damn it!" Sarah said bashing her head against the locker with great force. "It's on the bench at home," she sulked. Her history teacher was going to be so mad and it was due in next period after Lunch. What was she going to do?

"He is going to give me dentention and I'm going to fail History," she sulked again. "Damn it."

[Tatum Channings]

Being popular was a general sort of statement. Being totally in control was a specific thing. That thing happened to be Tatum. Tatum was a girl who was so over confident that she was in control. Being popular and in control. This was the life.

Tatum walked smoothly through the isle of lockers. There was slam after slam heard but she ignored it. She saw a few of her friends who were also popular, but decided to go make fun of some loser who had her hopes to high. In the distance Sarah Smith was looking for her homework. Homework? Who on this blue and green earth would ever even attempt homework. That's work at home. Hello, that takes away from beauty-sleep time.

She reached Sarah. A classic poser that might as well hang a sign around her neck. Tatum thought that everyone was lower then her. "Hey there Sarah. Something wrong?" Sarcastic, no. Hint of bitchiness, yes. Her tone of voice was very mocking. Tatum smiled at her with no real emotion.