When I saw him

Why, Why, Why

Nicole's POV:

I hate Monday's, I hate having to wake up and rush to school. Why couldn't whoever made school make it on any other day rather then Monday? Why not Tuesday or Wednesday, anything but Monday? I mean come on it's the day after the weekend, it's just madness.

As you probably know by now it's Monday and that means school. We were off for spring break for a week, but now were back in this prison. I'm a sophomore in high school and so are Gabby and Faith. The thing is Gabby is a little younger than me and Faith, but she is really smart so she got moved up a grade. Faith is older than me, but it's only because she has her birthday before mine.

Well now that you know our story time to talk about school. I usually go with Faith and Gabby walking to school. We do have our cars but we like to walk on good days,and that means it's not too hot or cold and today is that day. It's after spring break when the weather gets nice so I walk to Faith's house and we go to Gabby's house together. We would be off to school now but Gabby is taking forever getting ready, I'm glad it's not that far away because we are going to be late if she doesn't hurry up.

"Gabby hurry up! I don't want to be late to school and if you don't finish in one more minute I'm leaving and dragging Nicole with me!" Faith called to Gabby frustrated.

"Gosh sorry I'm already done straightening my hair so hold on would you!" Gabby yelled back. When Gabby's bedroom door opened she came out with now straight hair which is usually wavy, and an outfit sort of like mine which consisted of a white floral top and dark washed skinny jeans with sandals. The only difference is I wore turquoise toms and had my hair in a pony tail.

"Okay now that we're done playing project runway let's get going or we will definitely be late." Faith said while rolling her eyes.

When we got to school there were still people walking through the hallways but the bell was close to ringing. We all ran to our lockers which were in the same hallway, got our stuff and went to our first period together. Our class was Science and we made it right on time. We ran into to classroom just befor the bell rang.

"Why are you girls here late, again." Mr. Stanger stated. Mr. Stanger was our Science teacher and he was strict. We only came into class late two times and now he holds it against us, even if we get to class before the bell.

"Mr. Stanger we got here before the bell and you keep saying we're late when we really aren't, you can't hold it against us just because we were late like what one time." Gabby argued back to him.

"It was two times Gabby, get the numbers correctly." Mr. Stanger corrected.

"Oh ya big difference." Gabby mumbled to herself. The class heard what Gabby said and started to laugh. Mr. Stanger turned abruptly and stared straight at Gabby.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class Mrs. Derulo?" Mr. Stanger asked with his eyes burning straight into Gabby's.

"Yes Mr. Stanger I would love to share something with the class." Gabby answered with a grin. Mr. Stanger looked her straight in the eye and waited, watch as Gabby got in front of all the class.

"Who cares about school or this class or Mr. Stanger, lets just ditch this class. Come on lets get outta here everyone." Gabby stated as she opened the classroom door. People started getting up and heading towards the door, but sat right back down when Mr. Stanger yelled.

"Everyone back in your desks now!" Everyone sat back in there desks except for Gabby, she was taking her sweet time to get there and didn't care that Mr. Stanger was staring at her angry and annoyed.

"Gabby I guess you didn't hear me." Mr. Stanger crossed his arms over his chest.

"No I heard you I just chose not to listen." Gabby said as she sat in her desk slowly. Mr. Stanger gave Gabby the look he always gives her, the you better not do that again or you'll be in big trouble look. He always threatens to do things to Gabby like send her to the office, make her copy from the dictionary, or send her to detention which I know for a fact that she doesn't care about.