505 days ~ irwin

426 days before

Brinley

"Does anyone know the answer for number seven?" My wanker of a teach called out to the entire class. Teachers should just realise that we know the answer but don't care. We're all scared, even me.

I slouched in my seat, making sure that he would not pick me. I hated maths and did not intend on using it ever. I think everyone in this room knows that they're not going to use this anytime after graduation.

"Ahh, Ms. Reynolds." Mr. Waters called, pointing directly at me.

"Really?" I sat up, talking back because I was just so pissed off.

"A little hungover are we?" He shot back, inferring at me wearing sunglasses indoors. "Number seven, please." He smirked. It was a douchebag kind of smile, like he was just asking to get punched.

"I don't have to answer." I said, staring at the equation on the board. it was abnormally long and would hurt my brain to answer. He's only doing this because he thinks that it will help me get over my anxiety, but he doesn't know the first fucking thing about my anxiety, he doesn't know anything but fucking maths.

"You will not be dismissed until so-"

"I know my rights, Mr.Waters." I interupted. The entire class was silent. I knew that nobody in here has the courage to stand up to such a bullshit teacher, so I had to. Calum and I exchanged stares, he shook his head nervously, and his eyes were saying "Dont" but I kept going, despite the consequences.

"Ms. Reynolds, please come up to the board." He held on a piece of white chalk, waiting for me to retrieve it.

"Listen, Mr. Waters." I stood up from my desk, standing in my spot and not going to the board. "Three months ago you gave out this sheet that we were supposed to use to introduce ourselves. I put "Brinley Reynolds, 17 years old, suffering from depression, severe anxiety, and ADHD." You may have been to college and back, but I know more than you about mental illnesses so you can't say shit." The class gasped as I swore, they fianlly made a sound. I walked towards the board, snatching the white chalk, but I didn't stop talking. "This is not how getting over Anxiety works, okay? You can't give me a piece of white chalk and expect me to get over my illness. You can't push me outside my comfort zone and tell me to get over it." After staring at the equation for ten seconds I began to answer it without a problem, but I still didn't stop writing or talking. "It's not something I can get over with one trip to the counselling office, that doesn't mean you can call on me every fucking class because I'm "hungover." Do you have any goddamn idea what goes on after I shut my locker and leave the campus, you have no idea what goes on in this brain, do you?" I continued to write as I talked as fast as I could solve this. "You're so ignorant to all the students problems, you have no idea, holy shit. So please keep telling me to get over it, Mr.Ignorant, congrats you fucking cured me." I wrote the last couple numbers as I spoke the last couple words. I looked back, and surely I did everything correctly. I signed it at the bottom, my signature by the answer. "Y equals 2 divided by six and simply it to 1 over 3 is the final answer. It's basic fucking math, there's your answer to number seven. You probably thought I was some dumbass smoker who didn't know anything, right? Kiss this straight A honour roll, you don't know anything about me. Welcome to the real world." I slowly started backing off, turning around. "And it's Brinley to you." I said as I slammed the white chalk on the floor right in front of his shoes.

The look on his face was a mixture between terrified, and pissed off. But I didn't care because I could go into the counselling office and request a different class. I am never coming back here again and I can gladly say that. I had so much anger that nothing was holding me back at this time. I held my purse as I made my way to the door, slamming it as hard as I possibly could so it could ring throughout the entire school. He was in the wrong, and I was in the right, and I'm pretty sure everyone in that class can agree with me. I stormed down the hallway, smirking because I was so proud of myself. I have never done that to a teacher before. Usually I am nothing but kind to the students and teachers, but he just pissed me off, for obivous reasons. He was so ignorant I just wanted to scream. He's just an uptight old man who never partied before and is jealous beacuse I do. Mr.Waters was nothing but bitter, and bald. He was nothing more to me than an obsticle I need to get around. I hope that he realises his mistake and never does this to another student, because I know what it's like. I knew the answer to every equation he wrote on the board, sometimes just because you don't put your hand up, doesn't mean you don't know the answer.

I stopped, glancing at the frosted glass window. "COUNSELLING OFFICE" I smiled, hovering my hand over the doorknob.

This was either going to get me suspended, or Mr.Waters fired.

I was okay with either one.

"Brinley!" I hear someone yelling my name, suddenly. Followed by a running herd. "I backed you up in Mr.Waters class." Calum was out of breath, forcing me to turn around. I didn't open the door just yet. "And I called the rest." He smirked. I didn't know what he meant by that, until I sneaked around the corner, Michael, Savannah, Riley, and Aubrey, smiling. I don't know why they would ever leave class for me, because usually they just let me do the dirty work and take the blame. I look out for my friends, but I hate to say that out loud, so it was nice that they could show some love and take one for the team. "We're coming with." Aubrey smiled. I was surprised that she would even come out because she was an uptight student who was running for valedictorian, and holds a title of no absences from school.

I didn't need Ashton, because everything I need is right in front of me. I wish I could tell them that more often, but I can't. I'm not like that, I'm not one, I won't give in.