Justice For Miss Gertrude.

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As I opened my eyes back up, I could feel my shoulders heaving from my heavy breathing. I shot my eyes up, only to be looking back at myself. In the bathroom mirror. What the fuck? I heard water running next to me, and saw one of the girls from my class washing her hands, looking at me weirdly.

I throw her a quick smile, and turn back to the mirror, turning on the water and washing my hands. Just trying to seem like I totally didn't have a weird, fucked up episode. Or whatever you want to call what that just was.

As I am scrubbing the soap into my hands, the girl who was next to me walked out the door, muttering under her breath, "Weirdo." What a fucking bitch. I turn my face back to the mirror. Jesus I look like a wreck. Running my hands through my ponytail, I try and fix the stray strands flying away. A futile effort in my opinion. All of these years desperately trying to straighten my hair had left it damaged and fraying. But I could still make it seem perfect, nonetheless.

"Damn. I really need to go to a salon and get this fixed." I mumbled to myself, not talking to anyone in particular. Anyways, I really needed to find out what the hell that just was. Hopefully that bitch who was just here doesn't go around spreading rumors. Lord knows I don't need to deal with that right now.

I left the bathroom and made my way towards my next class, thankful the bell hadn't rung yet. Keeping a perfect image is rather difficult when you're late to class y'know. I walk into U.S. History, ready to be bored out of my mind as the teacher droned on about the Reconstruction era of America. Boring!

The bell rings as I walk in, and the teacher starts barking at all of the students to sit down. Taking my seat, I pull out my notebook and pencil and place them on my desk. This class takes some mental strength to make it through without falling asleep. Mental strength that I do not hold. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn around to see who the fuck was touching me. I see Bobby sitting there with a grin on his face. A grin that made me nervous.

"So baby... Wanna blow this joint? Maybe we could go somewhere and 'hang out'" He whispered in my ear with a wink.

"No Bobby, We're literally in the middle of class. Buzz off why don't cha?" I whisper back, trying not to get the teacher's attention. Not like the old fart could hear us without his hearing aids anyways.

"Come on! It'll be fun I promise. My mom gave me the car today 'cause I have football tonight before the bash, so maybe we could have a bit of fun in the back if you catch my drift." He said with a snicker. I yet again resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Maybe next time Bobby. We have a quiz in this class tomorrow, so maybe you should take some notes unless you wanna fail."

"Oh shit, a quiz? Goddamnit!" Bobby said, leaning back in his chair, finally leaving me alone. God this dude is so obnoxious. Why do I even bother at this point. Maybe I should just break up with him. I mean, we've been "dating" for about a year, I'm not totally sure. Don't care either.

The lunch bell rang throughout the classroom and everyone started scrambling to collect their things and run off to eat. Yay. Another lunch of a low-carb salad with shitty ranch, now THAT'S my idea of a good time. Not.

I go to my locker and unlock it, grabbing my lunchbox.I make my way down the hall, and feel someone lock arms with me. I stiffen slightly, but relax immediately, keeping a cool composure. I turn my head, smiling, "Hey Logan. How was math?"

She rolled her eyes dramatically, "God, it sucked! I'll drop out of highschool before I have to take that damn class again." Smoothly removing my arm from hers, I continue smiling.

"So bad, huh?"

"That's putting it lightly. Like, what the hell is even a leading coefficient? Learn the language my ass, math just sucks. This teacher is so full of it I swear. I heard he's just salty 'cause his wife was sleeping with the principal. Can you believe that?" Logan gossiped.