✧ DesireeFirst day in at my new school in Virginia and I'm already in trouble.
"What did you do Miss. Lewis?" Mr. Loper, the principal, says lowering his glasses off his nose. His wrinkly face was pale. His blue eyes staring at me for answers.
I sigh, "well some girl bumped to into me and I asked if she minds and called me a bitch so I slapped her and she grabbed my hair and I punched her in the face. This was all out of self defense sir, she started this mess." I say with a smile
He sighs and shakes his head. He takes off his big glasses and set them down on his desk rubbing the bridge of his nose. He clears his throat then speaks through a deep voice,
"Miss. Lewis we have a strict policy of three strikes. We don't deal with delinquents at this school. I'll let you go this time but just watch yourself or your going to get really comfortable in that chair" I nod and stay quiet. He nodded his head back and dismissed me. I walk out of the office and push through the crowd to my locker. The bell rang and I ran to my first period class. History with Mrs. Gracelyn. The door was shut and locked. I knock awkwardly as she ran over and opened the door.
"Why were you late? Where is your pass?" She says in a attitude.
"Well my pass was never given to me because Mr. Loper never gave me one."
"Why were you in the office?" She asks being all snoopy. I roll my eyes and sit down in the empty front seat.
"Is that something you should be asking me or should you be teaching us about a war that we won or something?" I hear a few chuckles and she rolls her eyes. She begins n class and I already zone out. I think we were talking about some project that we have to do for semester.
"I will be picking your partners" The class groans as a whole. I jut shrug. She begins to read the names off.
"Lastly, Desiree and Gianna" I look around until a shorter girl with blonde hair sits next to me.
"Hi I'm Gianna" she says.
"I'm Desiree", I say with a smile, being polite.
"So what should we do our report on? It has to do with the civil war"
"Um African Americans in the Civil war?" I look around for Mrs. snake and then I turn back to Gianna knowing Mrs.. Snake wasn't paying attention, "I did this project at my old school and that was my topic so I know all of the info" Gianna smiles and nods her head. She whips out her phone an opens a blank contact. She then hands me the phone and I take it with a smile. I type in my number swiftly.
"Sweet! My house after school? We can work on the project." I nod my head. We talk for the rest of the period. We talk like we have known each other for years. Glad I met someone who is just like me. Right before the bell rings, she invites me to sit at her lunch able which I gladly accept her offer.
The bell rings and I head off to second period. A group of guys walked passed. One in particular caught my eye. He has longer light brown hair with big hazel eyes. He caught my gaze and I looked away heading off to Geometry.
Math was easy so I quickly finished my work and had nothing to do. I grabbed a piece of paper and began to write. A meaningless story of a boy and a girl.
I have a passion for writing but I keep that to myself.A bad girl who writes?
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Chemistry went by quickly and soon it was lunch. I look around for Gianna and she waves me down. I smile and walk up to her. She scoots over and I sit down. She introduces me to her group. First, Chelsie and Shannon were blonde twins. They were basically identical expect Chelsie has blue eyes and Shannon has brown eyes. Then she introduces me to Amanda a light-haired girl with a bit of sass. Finally was Scarlet a girl with a great sense of humor. They were all super cool and nice by the my first impression.
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