Naomi: Not that one. *shoves her books in her locker before glaring at the Neapolitans as they walk by* See, Kinsey. Ugly babies grow into ugly teenagers with bad hair.
-flanking the other side of Maude-
*snickers*
Careful, Maude, you don't want anyone hearing you speak ill of the dead. We're all capital Saints after we die, remember?
*Jessica stops at her locker, opening it and putting some books away and grabbing a few, slipping them in her bag*
*she looks at herself in the mirror in her locker, smirking slightly bc she look gud*
