Hatred

Chapter 3

Hi. Writers block.

Sorry.

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The next day I woke up with a minor headache. The doctors said it would be normal to get them but they will stop happening after two weeks. I groaned and sat up on my bed getting ready for another crappy school day. I looked out my window and the sun shined brightly while light snowflakes for falling.

"Wow," I smiled.

"I can't wait for all that snow to go away! At least the sun looks nice..."

I stood up then shut my blinds and started to get dressed. I put on a red sweater and jeans and cat socks that my mom had gotten me for Christmas.

I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs noticing a note on the fridge:

"Abby, I had to go to work early. Lunch is in the fridge. Have a good day at school, love you. -Mom"    

"Oh yes I'm going to have a great day at school especially with this headache!" I sighed and got my lunch out of the fridge and poured myself some water to take some Advil with. I threw the pill in my mouth and drank water quickly. I don't feel like throwing  up today because of my weak ass stomach. I packed the bottle of Advil and my water in my lunch bag, then put my lunch bag in my backpack.

I set down my bag and put on my coat and boots and a pair of gloves. I opened the door and saw the sun shining down on the white snow.

"Stay there long enough and maybe the snow will actually go away, "  I muttered to myself.

I put on my bag and started to walk to school thinking about how great my day is going to be. Not really, because you know, I'm a sarcastic asshole.   

I got to school after 10 minutes of walking and I headed to my locker. I opened it and put my coat in and changed into my indoor shoes, which were black converse. I got my math and science binder out. I know, what a great way to start the morning, well just the math part. I like science and I have an interest in it so I tend to pay attention more even though sometimes I get confused as hell. I close my locker and start to walk to math.

I get to class and everyone looks at me as I walk in and take my seat.  I assume they heard what happened. One person that was looking at me was Leo. I forgot he sat behind me. Also the cotton-headed ninny muggins who knocked me out just sat there in the back corner smirking. That boy has no sympathy whatsoever. I dislike him very much.

When Mr Timmons, our teacher finally walked in, everyone turned there attention to him and I sighed in relief.

He made eye contact with me and said:

"Glad to see you're feeling better Abby, ready to do some math?"   

When he said 'math' it sounded like he said something a fraction of people at this school make in their backyards. Still don't get it? Breaking bad.

This caused some idiotic people to snicker. Immature pieces of trash. I just rolled my eyes at them and looked back at Mr Timmons who looked confused as to why people were laughing. Oh Mr Timmons, you innocent man, you. 

"Yes I am! I probably wont understand most of it but yes I am!" I exclaimed and smiled at him  

"Thats the spirit! I think," He said back and started to bring up the power point that had today's note on it.   

Mr Timmons was my favourite teacher. He always cracked the cheesiest jokes, talked sarcastically at times and he was very helpful at times and tried to make math fun for those who don't like it. (I.e. Me)

He started to teach and I brought my pencil to my paper and started to write down notes. I wanted to get a higher grade in math than just 70%s or B's.

Midway through the class something lovely happened, my headache came back.

Great.

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