Bridget Clark Narrative

“I’m so excited to be here,” I said to my best friend Kailey.
“I know, and we both have dates. The first time we both have dates to homecoming.”
When we walk it seems as though everyone is so happy and excited. Everyone is probably high off of hairspray and perfume as if it were a drug. As I look around to see I notice that my worst enemy is still not here, Bridget. Bridget is the meanest girl I have ever met. She has hated me ever since the 7th grade.
I hear the sound of a group of girls walk in. I turn around and it’s Bridget Clark and her friends. I see her look at me and I’m quite nervous. She starts heading towards me and bumps into me. I think about how much I hate her. I really despise that girl.
“Don't worry about her. We are going to have a great night

“What! How could she!” I yell.
I run over there to her and I push her off of Andrew. I tackle her to the ground. I just start pulling her hair and ripping out her extensions. I don't notice anything around me. All I know is that I want to kill Bridget Clark. How could she kiss Andrew. I mean I know she hates me but I didn’t think she would stoop this low. Especially since I did nothing to her. She crazy. I just want to kill her!
By now a group of boys pulled me off of her. Thank god a teacher didn’t see this because we were being guarded by a group of people watching us. Bridget looks rough. Her hair's a mess, the floor is covered in blonde extensions, and her mascara is streaming down her face like she had been crying during the fight. Her hair looks like a birds nest. This makes me feel accomplished. I don't know why. I’m not this type of person. I don't like to fight, but Bridget just drives me crazy! Then I think about what I will say to Andrew.
I walk up to Andrew and say, “Can we talk?”
“Sure.” We walk outside so no one is around. “Why did you attack