The secretaries of Juliette

Chapter one

"Bluebell!!" My teacher: Mariana calls to me from below.
I groggily push myself off of my bunk and say, "yes ma'am?"
"You missed class again," she starts with fury in her almond shaped hazel eyes, "and this is the last straw, you get one month of scribing duty"
I jolt out of my bed "no!! Please I won't be late again! Please ma'am!!"
"You said that the last time." The teacher slowly turned around and without looking back said "you start today during free period and if you don't finish you can do some more after school"
I bang my head on the head of the bunk , swearing to myself to never miss class again. You might be a little confused at this point because I haven't really explained what scribing duty is, so I'll tell you right now plain and simple: scribing duty is when you have to re write all of the letters that came in that day , to keep a record, put them all in alphabetical order by the last name of the people who sent them, and then put them into categories based on how distressed the person was from one to ten, ten being the highest. After you do all that you have to put all of the original letters in either a box labeled high distress original or low distress original. Apparently this helps the writers "speed up" their process but honestly it's just busy work that makes me want to kick them in the ass (not that I don't want to do that all the time). My friend Lexi walks in and sees the huge bruise forming on my head and immediately says, "what'd the bitch do this time?"
I crash down on my bed and groan through my pillow, "scribing duty"
Lexi gasps. "That bitch!" She bends down and pats me in the back. "It's ok hon I'll stay up and help you with homework."
I look up "thanks lex, it means a lot."

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My second period class is interpretation of literature (aka the most boring class EVER) and me and my friend named lemon have it together. Lemon is probably the smartest girl I know. She gets As on literally everything and I can barely understand her when she's talking. She's quite a nerd but I love her anyways. Titania, the slut of the trainees walks up to us. "Hey lemon nice cardigan!!" She says with a deathly smile.
Lemon glances at me nervously. "Thanks Titania..."
"I bet your grandma liked it in 1936 too!!" She says menacingly.
The whole class starts to snicker at Titania's immature joke.
I glare at Titania and grab lemons shoulder. "I'll have you know this is vintage and it has a great history unlike your plastic, cheap shit that's too tight and too short and if your so insecure that you have to insult someone else, maybe you should just go insult the person who designed your clothes because honestly, I think you need a little reality check: you are just stuck up trash and eventually, the trash always gets taken out."
I sit down with lemon as people who personally hate Titania whoop and clap. Titania sits down in her seat slowly and I know I've made an enemy that I might regret making....

Hey guys sorry that this chapter was short and kind of bad... But please keep reading!! Please comment and thanks!! 😘