The Prophecy

Chapter 1; Part 1

A Monday Morning Filled With More Surprises and Even More Exhausted Teenagers Than Usual

Scarlet

White, white everywhere. The walls of this droning classroom are seemingly white. Of course there are the reoccurring stains to show for the years they've been standing, accompanying students to their hour of boredom. Yes the walls are one thing, but then there are the teachers.

I've been at this school for well over a year now and the ignorance of these teachers still astonishes me. No, seriously, these 'adults' are incredibly idiotic.

First period you have Ms. Warren, who to say the least is 'a biased teacher to every prissy girl who walks in with a pencil skirt and pearl necklace,' so, about as inviting as a Girl Scout retreat chaperone. English is her happy home where she feeds all the good kids candy (actually just unnecessary extra credit but same concept). However if she gave those of us who misbehave chances at improvement I would run out of that witches classroom faster than Hansel and Gretel. Yeah.....I don't like English....at all.

My mornings have gone on like this for quite some time now and if it wasn't for the normality of the people around me I would have probably already set fire to her hair from a distance. Now if I were in detention, no-one would probably give a crap because the majority of them are so dumb they'd probably dismiss the whole thing as a hallucination. I say hallucination because when I envision setting fire to her hair I mean shooting fire from my hands in an endless supply to her head.

Let's see if I care enough to explain this....I can control and make fire....yep that's all you're gonna get.

So today, in this lovely class, I've been imagining that scenario instead of listening to her lecture about the importance of grammatical correctness in everything you do.

Looking around I saw the usual: Marcoh, one of my usual detention inmates, was looking at the ceiling, blowing his unnecessarily long bangs out of his face so they would rise and fall like an unusually hairy wave crashing onto the rock that is his nose. In front of me four people were texting each other under their desks, their matching black hoodies suggesting a cult or an appalling basement band. Then, every single prissy pearl girl was taking over extensive notes in the front row, kissing up, like always.

And then there was Rosalina...how to describe her...let's see, "...She's beauty and she's grace, she's Miss United States..." I'm not even joking, she could win. She's got that whole 'I'm so nice and intelligent and I love literature so I could answer really smart questions and get into this scholarship program!" way about her, when actually if she did compete she'd just parade her 5'9'' legs around a stage whipping her long mousse brown hair around while dancing for the talent. She aggravates me in more ways than one. At least she's better than the Fashion queen.

Meet Annie, a self-absorbed fashion crazy who dreams of making a faux fur collection to support the extinction of skinning animals. Literally, she made a poster. She's so dumb you could throw a stick at her and she'd fetch it. She's constantly filing her nails as if it's her job and worst of all, she flirts, a lot. I don't mean winks and eyebrow raises I mean full on embarrassing, "HI HOW ARE YOU! OH MY GOSH YOUR SO FUNNY! HAHAHAHAHA!" Annoying is putting it lightly.

And last but not least there's Marina, who's not really annoying she's just sort of there. I mention her cause she's my biology partner so I guess she's the only other person I actually know by name in this room. Which doesn't surprise me, I'm not 'social' to say the least. I guess I know the name of one other person in this room...Joe...at least I think his name is Joe. Anyways Marina is very quiet. She usually wears her bright red hair in fish tail braids and from what I know she loves water and swimming and really that's about it. Which is sad seeing as I know more about the people that I can't stand rather than someone I'm actually supposed to spend time with.