"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♛ Luca ♛
THE ONLY THING that fills the room is the faint ticks of the clock hands.
We all sit in silence and I watch as Valentina fiddles with her bracelet while Ms Abbot looks at her curiously. The last 10 minutes have been like this, in silence while we look at her. She doesn't seem to give a fuck about all the eyes on her and keeps messing with her bracelet.
I have no idea what the fuck the teacher's supposed to be doing but it looks like she's trying to conjure something out of Valentina with her squinted stare. She's weird and she always has been.
I think weird is a bit of an understatement. Let's just say I genuinely wouldn't be surprised if she had or made voodoo dolls. She probably makes them for her enemies. And I'm pretty sure she has a lot.
Mr Denver, my Science teacher, loves to bitch about other teachers and he went on a rant about how Ms Abbot always criticises the teachers for what they have for lunch. Apparently, she told off Ms Delaney for having a chicken wrap for lunch because she's a firm believer that having any sort of meat or anything that comes from an animal will get you sent to hell.
I already know I'm going so might as well take a lifetime supply of jerky with me.
And since she loves to shove her beliefs and ideas down everyone's throat, we love to piss her off in return. And because her voice gets super high-pitched when she's angry. Most people wouldn't give a fuck if she just had that idea and didn't make it her goal in life to turn us vegan. But, she did.
When she asked how everyone's day was a couple months ago, some kid said, "The best it's ever been. I had the best buffalo chicken wings I've ever had in my life for breakfast. How amazing is that for breakfast? Then for lunch I had beef tacos and stacked it because tacos are amazing. And the meat they use is so fucking good. And I never knew how good the jerky from the vending machines were. I'm gonna have to stock up on them. But yeah, my day's good."
For the rest of the lesson, she taught us about how to treat people and animals with respect, semi-discreetly bringing in the topic of animal killing and looked at the guy that said that for most of it.
Finally, Ms Abbot speaks up. "So, Valentina, why are you here?"
"I dunno. I don't wanna be, but it was kind of compulsory." The group chuckles and so does Ms Abbot.
The school makes us do this group therapy cult shit for some reason I don't know. Apparently, it's supposed to help us improve our 'social skills' or some shit. Ever since I came here, they've made us do it. Twice or three times a week for the whole fucking year. Every fucking year.
I think they think it helps us, but in reality it does jack shit. The amount of times i've seen kids snort shit in the middle of class is uncountable. But she never fucking sees it. She needs thicker glasses.
