*Makayla's POV*
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School bell to get out. Oh joy. Not for me. I have to spend two more hours in this Hell Hole. Yes. Two. And with the meanest English teacher in the whole school.
I never had Mrs.Turner. She was the smarter kids teacher, and I'm as dumb as a doornail. Therefore I didn't have her. But it's rumored that she's mean. Like as if she was the bear and students were the prey.
Reagan hadn't bothered me at all the rest of the day. I know she has something planed though. That's just who she is. Maybe Mrs.Turner and her would get along well.
I see the room as I round the corner. "A-9" with a handmade sign on it "DETENTION". I look in to see a lady in maybe her mid-late 40's. She didn't look mean. I walk into the room and pull out my red card. The lady looks up at me.
"Ehm. Let's see you must be Miss Scott. The only one on the list today." She says showing me the detention list. I nod my head. "What year are you in?" she asks crinkling her brows and tilting her head.
"Eleventh year ma'am." I say calmly.
"Oh. How come Ive never had you before?" she asks now showing the lines on her forehead.
"I'm not too smart. And you teach the smart kids." I say moving over to the nearest seat. I looked at her and she looked at me weirdly.
"What's your definition of smart?" She asks.
"I don't know. I'm not a dictionary."
"I didn't ask for a dictionary definition. I asked for your definition." She retorts. I look up at her and she's looking at me as if to tell me to go on.
"To me smart... Smart is when you have to know everything about everything. You have to know it all." I say. "And I know nothing."
"Well that's why you come to school right?" She asks. I look at her and she's waiting for my answer.
"No. You know I can't wait to get out of this place. I never learn anything here that I already know. Plus everyday when I come here all I ever get is people picking at my every flaw. Which is also the reason I'm sitting here right now." I say sitting back now and taking a breath.
"Who picks on you?" She asks.
"Everyone." I mumble.
"Specifically anyone?"
"Reagan Barros." I say blandly.
"Huh. No wonder." She says in a matter-of-factly sort of way. I look up at Mrs.Turner shaking her head.
"What?" I ask. She just shakes her head.
"There is a whole lot I can say about that girl. But they wouldn't be polite things and it would take a whole day." I just giggle. "You see where I'm going?" She asks. I just nod. I knew exactly what she meant.
"How come everyone says you're mean?" I ask. Damn it. Why'd I ask that. I look over to see her thinking.
"Because when I teach a class, I can get pretty mean." she says looking at me. I just nod. "Why do people pick on you?" She asks. I wasn't ready for that one. I started to fiddle with a loose string on my shirt.
"No one likes me and everyone picks on me." I say not wanting to answer her question.
"Why?" She challenges.
"Because I'm a 'weirdo' and I don't 'fit in'. I'm too 'different' to everyone." I say.
"You don't appear to be different then any student thats ever walked into my classroom." She says shrugging. "You have a brother correct?" I nod.
"Matthew. Matthew Scott." I say.
"And you are Makayla. Matt told me about you." She says. What? Matt had Mrs.Turner? He never told me that. "He had me in year nine. He was about the best student I had. Great grades, nice, hardworking, just dedicated." She said looking off into space then beck to me. "Sound like your brother?" She asks.
"Yeah. I guess." I say.
"Do you get along with Matt?" She asks.
"Yeah. Always have." I say. She nods
"Thats good. Tell him I say hi. You're free to go." She says. I look at the clock.
"It's not even 3:00 and detention lasts until 4:15." I say. She looks at me and smiles.
"You really want to stay?" She asks. I hesitate.
"No bu-"
"Okay then you can go." She says cutting me off. I look at her like she's mad.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes. Nice kids like you don't need detention. Kids like Reagan though." She says looking up at me. I just nod.
"Thanks Mrs.Turner." I say smiling at her. "Have a nice rest of your day!"
"You too love!" She says smiling at me. "And Makayla." She says just before I put my hand on the door handle.
"Yeah?" I say looking back.
She smiles "Don't let Reagan or anyone bother you. If you even need to speak to someone, come speak to me."
"Okay. Thanks so much Mrs.Turner! I'll take you up on that offer possibly! Bye."
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As I walk out of the school I was thinking about it and I couldn't believe how nice she was. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I just hope I don't have to ever go to detention again.
But my good mood is suddenly disturbed.I heard that cackle. I turn my head only to see Reagan.
"Hello. Scott. Lovely to see you. Bailed out of detention. Turner was always a softie for your brother. James told me. He was 'teachers pet'." She says laughing.
"Yeah I got bailed out. But not because she likes my brother." I say.
"Ohhh. Getting more confident with our words huh?" She says snottily.
"Yes. I think thats the point." I snap at her.
"Don't snap at me you whore." She says shoving me a bit. I know whats gonna happen. I'm going to get payback for earlier and for snapping at her. But Mrs.Turner told me not to let Reagan bother me. What should I do. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a heavy fist hit the side of my face.
"When I said this wasn't over. I meant it slut. Here comes your payback." Punch to the stomach. I cringed. She was so strong. Just like the boys on the rugby team that beat me up. Push. I land right on my back. know whats coming next to. Kick to the side of my torso. One. Two. Three.
"Learned your lesson yet you cunt?" she spits at me. I just nod weakly. "Say something."
"Y-y-yes! yes Reagan! Please st-st-stop!!" I stutter while I cry.
"Awe. Poor baby." she coos. "I have no sympathy for a fugly tramp like you." She says giving one more kick to my side. I scream out in pain. All I hear is Reagan laugh at my pain.
"See you tomorrow. Twat." She says then laughing.
I slowly stand up when she is out of sight. I wince as I feel my side hurt like someone took a hot poker and was stabbing me from the inside out. I lifted my shirt a bit to see the already purple mark all up my side. I shake my head and start to walk grabbing my book bag and attempting to ill it over my shoulder but it hurt too much. I begin my walk home.
I think this is it. I just can't deal with this pain. I think I'll just kill myself. No one would care anyways. Right?
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