*everyone freezes and watches them* Demi: Oh my God! YOU BETTER RUUUUUUN! Miley: *seeing the murder in Sel's eyes* Aw crap! *takes off running* Sel: *grabs a bag of blueberries, pasta, hard candy and soda* *takes off after Miley* COME BACK HERE BITCH! COME ON AND TELL ME TO MY FACE YOU CALL DIBS NOW! Nick: Dibs on what???? And what is she planning on doing with all that stuff? Demi: Don't ask. Joe: *on floor* NOOO!!!! MY DIBS!!! *sits beside crushed Dibs* Demi: *laughs hard and chucks a bag of open chips at Chels so it covers her* Chels: WHAT THE HELL!?!? JOE A LITTLE HELP? Joe: BUT MY DIBS! Chels: Forget about the stupid Dibs! I will buy you more frickin dibs just give me a hand! Joe: Fine...But Dibs aren't dumb. Demi: Ya but you are... Joe: What did you say? Demi: Oh nothing...Hey why would you even bother helping her? Chels: Cuz he's MY BOYFRIEND THAT'S WHY! Demi: *drops an orange* What? Chels: That's right loser! My Boyfriend! Principal: *bursts in* WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!?!?!? *spots Demi* YOU! YOU STARTED THIS!?!? Chels: Yes Principal Johnson! She just snapped and went crazy!!! Principal: Is that so? Well then all I have to say is DEMETRIA DETENTION! Chels: *smiles triumphantly* Miley: *runs past Principal with candy stuck all in her hair, drenched in soda, and covered with blueberry stains and pasta* *screaming* HELP ME SHE'S GONE MAD I TELL YOU MAD! Sel: COME BACK HERE I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU! *comes in after her* Principal* *stops Sel* Oh yes you are ...
