So here I am. Sitting my humid language arts class, looking at some spazy sixth graders run the track. I hate school. Hate is a strimg word. Perhaps to strong for me. I highly dislike school. And every one in it. From the wanna br emos, To the preppy blonds who wearJuicy Couture every day. And then there are the nerds. I used to be one. A straight A, kiss up, teachers pet girl. I am fully aware that my grades are slipping and I don't give a crap. I'm worth nothing in this world and I don't care about anything.
"Please read Tiff" my teacher says
"My names Tiffany not Tiff" I reply
"Either way you have to read"
"Read what?"
"The packet I passed out. Page seven paragraph three"
"I didn't get a packet"
"Now you tell me?"
"Yup"
"Tiffany, I would like to see you after class"
A few of the people in my class giggled. Then the teacher sighs and picks someone else to read, the bell rings. Every one gets up except for me.
"Tiff" she starts.
"Tiff-a-nee"
"Tiffany, you really need to clean up your act."
"Ok I will". I made that sound pretty convincing. I'm pretty good when it comes to lying.
"And if you don't then I will be calling your mom"
"My moms dead" and that wasn't a lie. She had died about a year ago in a car crash by a drunk driver. I swore after she died I would never drink. But I was starting second thoughts. After my moms death was when my life started to turn around.
"Very funny Tiffany"
"So you think it's funny that my moms dead? Ok laugh but when you call my house phone and my dad picks up you can laugh at him" I got up knocked my chair over and screamed "Don't you ever talk about my damned mama again!"
And like that I slammed the door shut and left.
