I made my way to my math class with my books in hand.I was glad I was finishing up my senior year to go to college next semester.
I walked in my class and took my seat next to a geek they call Erl.
I think that was because he was short,fat and had incredibly stupid curly hair.
Anyway he was snoring noisily beside me while sleeping,seriously as much as I hate math I really needed to get into a great college...shhh don't tell anyone I said that.I snapped back into class mode as I jotted down every math problem Mr.T spoke,I tried my best not to yawn.
Finally the torture ended. as the bell rang ,giving us our cue to leave.I headed out ,on my way winking at some boy in the hallways making him drool.I smiled my devious smile and headed out to the cafeteria.There she was, my friend Ashley she didn't really know anything about me though for I kept my life story secretive,she waved at me enthusiastically as I gave her a lazy smile and headed to the front of the line(i know what your thinking,yes I am bad).I glanced at the lunch lady who had a scared look on her face,maybe that's not the word....she was basically terrified,but she didn't know who I was so ,I was a little puzzled.I took an apple and and orange juice and headed to my table.People thought I wanted them to be afraid of me,but honestly,I think I just wanted to prove to myself I was strong and wasn't going to cry, I didnt think it was good to keep up the bad girl attitude though....speaking of cry I haven't cried in 6 year's,seriously sometimes I think I'm abnormal.... wait............I am! .The rest of the day was a blur as my classes came and went.
Soon I heard the bell and got up to leave.
My next class was art class.I actually loved art, I did drawings of my own from time to time,ok ok I never stop drawing.But its not like I wasn't proud of the gift but it was one of many deepest and darkest secrets about me.I reached the art room ,opened the door and headed to a seat by the window with the rays of the sun streaming through...that would be something to draw right?.I sat down and didn't really listen to what she was saying but instead fiddled with my hidden gold amulet my mom gave me before she died on my upper arm it seemed way more important to what the art teacher had to say before we started colouring and painting straight lines.She said it was the introduction to art (hint the sarcasm).Not long after the bell rang again everyone got up and walked while the teacher was still talking and drawing on the board with her back turned.poor lady.I packed my stuff and went to her desk and with a rather bored tone "You do know their gone right?"..she seemed rather startled at my sudden speech."what!....oh..they left!?".I just walked away mumbling "remind me what they pay you for"...in a sarcastic tone .I headed out to the parking lot right as I left.
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Author's note:
Sorry guys I know it's
boring so far but dont worry lots more to come.
-sammy
