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Chapter Seven : It should never change...oops spoke too soon

                                     SIERRA.              

A month has passed and well,

I have adjusted to my new normal---normal teenage life--- if I say so myself. Senior year is not easy either with all the exams coming soon. Every one is studying day and night for the exams but I am thankful I am a fast learner in class so all I do is pay attention in class and it sticks in my brain. Although I have such a blessing from the Most high, I have to read my books---more like to go through my notes---just to be comfortable and sure enough of my answers while answering my exams. My friends envy me for that because I just have to sit through class and I have caught every single thing the teacher has said. Alicia says I am a witch and I find that funny each time she says it.

Aside from that, the group and I have gotten closer and now I am comfortable enough to crack jokes and make fun with them which makes me so happy. I never had such genuine friends back in New York except for Linsy and Mateo. Here, I kind of feel at peace if I'm being honest and I love it. It should never change. Today we are having gym class in second period and I absolutely loathe it. I want to go infront and pluck the coach's hair out one by one right now. Seriously. He knows it is time for another class and we are supposed to have left for that particular class twenty minutes back. He finally releases us after more five frog jumps and I have never hated him more. Mr. Finn. If it were up to me, I would have fired him already but I guess this is the anger talking. We freshen up in the showers, boys and girls separate obviously.

I rush to class five minutes after everyone else but just as I am going to turn to enter class, someone literally shoulder checks me and I am pushed back out of the door as some random tall muscly guy strolls towards a seat at the back and my eyes bulge out when he finally sits and I recognise the person from the time he bumped into me in the hallways a month ago. That's right. I never forgot and now the anger is back full force. He did it again. That asshat. He thinks he can get away with this. Oh I'll show him. My hands are in fists now and I want to punch that stupid smirk off his face, yeah it seems like he has recognised me too so he winks and I have never felt angrier. I have even forgotten my surrounding until I hear a booming voice that startles both annoying creature and I. Huh he also got caught in the trance so I just roll my eyes and move to sit next to Aman. I'm picking my stuff from my backpack putting them onto the table when the art teacher's voice booms again.

"Hey young miss..." Young miss? Really?   "Stand up." I must have looked at him weird so he continues. "Go sit next to your fellow latecomer." I try to say something but he glares at me severely so I just grumble while picking up my stuff and moving to the seat next to him. I slam down my books and the teacher looks at me pointedly.

"Young miss, wanna get detention today?" I just shake my head no. "Good." Then he continues to teach like he just didn't put me in hell right now. I'm exaggerating a little but who cares. I'm livid right now. I just want to turn and shoot my ugly neighbour with his ugly smirk which morphs into a small smile when he sees my hands trembling from all the anger. I hate him with a burning passion. I feel like I'm being punished for speaking so soon about how my life here is going well because it's changing so fast. I try to calm the hell down by taking deep breaths and counting from thirty backwards as my mom taught me. I had to learnt how to control my emotions during training with the gang....something about not being able to let your emotions get the best of you because your enemy might just use that as your weak spot to harm you.

After I have relaxed enough to breathe calmly and focus on anything else other than my neighbour, I start listening to the teacher but I'm not writing. As usual. My neighbour keeps writing his notes and I hate to admit it but he has quite a good handwriting. After what feels like forever, I hear the teacher say something about group work and the whole class groans, me inclusive. I hate group work, you have to work with other people. Not that I have anything against working with others but then in groups, you have to make sure your partner or partners are not lazy and they do their part of the work well. You have to be so lucky not to get a student that's not interested in studies and with my luck, I'm pretty sure I'm landing myself such a person. The teacher continues like he didn't hear our cries of protest.