Chapter 1

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Is it wrong to flick loom bands at the annoying girl who sits infront of you? Yeah didn't think so?

I look back at the window of the headteacher's office, whilst leaning on a green sofa, smothering my Topshop depth lipstick, my favourite.

One of the things that aggravates Mrs Corran is my make up, she always yells at me, handing me cheap wipes whenever she grabs ahold of me in late detention, which is regularly.
It's a miracle if I get past her without her blasting her nonsense about me being late all the time and how it's going to affect my grade and that no college is going to accept me, blah blah blah, as if this school doesn't have a bad reputation already? I mean every school in the borough knows how the boys and girls at school sneak off after school to meet up with strangers they found on Facebook.

Mrs Corran, my headteacher is talking to my mum, as per usual she probably said something stupid like 'Amelia is disrupting the class from learning to their best ability' or 'Amelia is distracting students from learning'

First of all, how am I disrupting the class if Geography is so boring? Who the hell wants to learn about rivers and how to map read? I don't.

Sometimes I think that St. Michaels is a guardhouse full of misrable teenagers who hate school

I wonder why Mrs Corran and all teachers are always preaching about getting high levels and being nice and starting Mondays with a smile.

How does one smile on a Monday morning ESPECIALLY when you have people like Elizabeth Burrows in your Geography class. The girl who can't take loom bands thrown at her head?

Mrs Corran's into obeying rules and I'm not. That's the issue really.

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