Math Sucks! (An Equalizer Fanfic)

Eyes Will Roll

When you're a teenager, you feel like the world is crumbling like Chips Ahoy cookies that's been on the shelf for days, I don't enjoy hard cookies. I was listening to the band Flyleaf on my phone, it's a emoish band, I'm not emo enough to crush on Andy Biersack and Billie Joe Armstrong. I don't wanna be an American Idiot, no pun intended. I only wear black clothes, no black bulky makeup and bright colored dyed hair, I have my long black hair. I don't need makeup, it's in my heart and soul man! So...picture this, you're in your school cafeteria eating pizza that tastes good if you like Italian cardboard, listening to I'm So Sick by Flyleaf, feels like you're in a teen movie. Well, that's me at this moment, being British in an American public high school. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked up to see the head cheerleader Jennifer. Suddenly, milk was dumped on top of my head, her and her cheerleader friends were laughing at me. I stood up and slammed her face on the table, that started a brawl. The vice principal who was in charge of lunch detention, stopped us. We were dragged to the principal's office.

"Ridner, bullying students will ruin your reputation as head cheerleader of this fine institution."

"It's an institution alright," I murmered.

"Quiet Lundy, I'm talking with Miss. Ridner."

He turned back to Jennifer.

"Now, bullying will not be tolerated, I will decide punishment after I speak with Miss. Lundy."

He turned to me.

"I'm talking to you now Miss. Lundy, fighting, just as much as bullying is not tolerated here. Trust me, you don't wanna ruin the school's reputation: the highest standardized testing scores in the state, the highest record of seasonal football championship game wins in the state, and the lowest rate of student criminals."

I rolled my eyes at the high reputation stuffed asshole.

"Slamming someone's face on a table, who in God's name does that in real life!?"

"I watch too many action movies."

"Kids nowadays are exposed to violent video games and stuff like that."

"Well hey, you were exposed to sharing a school with a black kid as a kid, I bet you that you hated that."

"Don't pull the "ok boomer" card on me Lundy, I really care whether or not all of you graduate, no matter what you look like! Caring to the point of punishing when you get out of line. Both of you ladies got out of line...lunch detention for a month. Miss. Lundy, make your way to the youth service center and get some new clothes."

"You mean the clothes donated at PTA meetings that can barely fit any kid here? I can just wallow in my milk clothes, I like milk enough so...it's cool."

"Whatever, I will be making a call to both your parents, it's class time now, go on."

We left the office.

Dad being called in the middle of afternoon math lectures at the university makes him madder than a rabid dog. How do I know? I'm in the car with him now after parent pick up.

"You really disappoint me sometimes Rose, I put you in the finest high school in the county so you can receive a good education. What do I get in return? Fighting...getting a month's lunch detention for potentially killing another student."

"She poured a carton of milk all over me, what was I supposed to do Dad?"

"Report her to the principal or headmaster, whatever they're called in America."

"Prison wardens, dictators, the president."

"Don't be funny, now's not the time, you're in big trouble and you know it!"

"Sitting by myself at the most isolated part of the cafeteria for a month is punishment enough. I'm used to sitting alone, it's nothing new anyway."

"You need friends, that's the issue here! You have no friends. Great friends lead to great opportunities in life, educational or uneducational."

"Who, the dean's son who's possibly been exposed to a couple STDs in one year, I don't think so. I could've swore last time I saw him, he had herpes..or was it calluses from eating a woman's a-"

"Rosalie!"

"I'm just saying!"

"I am just saying that a friend could get you a good job oppurtunity."

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?" I asked while covering my mouth distorting my voice.

"Rose."

"Welcome to Starbucks, just don't ask for the manager."

"Stop it this instant! Now I would suggest you make a couple friends while you're still young."

We walked in the apartment, Kelly, Dad's girlfriend, was helping my little half brother Titus with his kindergarten homework.

"Go to your room, that's where you'll be spending the next month in while you're home except for the bathroom and food. You've had this sort of punishment before, you remember the routine?"

"Knock three times for a piss and four times for food, Kelly will grant me permission."

"That's right, now go."

I walked to my room rolling my eyes, there's no lock so I'm not exactly confined. And joke's on him, I love it in my room, just mute and turn the subtitles on my TV, and use my earbuds at night. If I said this out loud, he would take these things away from me. John Wick barely talks anyways.