The Pink Avenger

Best story of life. Ready? Set? Read:

Walked out of my first hour. Heard some girls talking. Decided to eavesdrop, though they were talking so loud that it really couldn't be considered eavesdropping, more like willingfully not closing my ears. Here is what I heard:
(I didn't know their names so Girl #1 will be dubbed Bernese and Girl #2 will become Moeesha)

Bernese: I hate that f******* b**** so much!
Me: (*what language!?!*)
Moeesha: I know that.
Bernese: Oh she makes me so mad.
Moeesha: We should do something to her.
Bernese: Already did.
Bernese: (*looks smug*)
Moeesha: Wha? No you di-int?
Bernese: Yup.
Bernese: (*continues looking smug*)
Moeesha: Tell me, girl.
Bernese: I stole her . . . crayon.
Moeesha: Shoo, girl, no you di-int?
Bernese: Sure did.
Bernese: (*holds up half a pink crayon*)
Moeesha: (*looks impressed*)
Moeesha: Shoo, girl, what she gonna say when she finds out?
Bernese: Doe-wn care.
(a lot more swearing is done as they turn the corner and walk away, Bernese still holding up the partial pink crayon and Moeesha continuing to look impressed)

*****This is a 100% true story minus the multiple swear words that I left out for grading purposes.

PS- maybe she wanted to make a band-aid, ms. lemon