This is a picture of Becca & Michael. Yes that is me. This story is based on my never ending love for Michael. This is the very untrue story of mine and Michael's love. Now without any more babbling from me. Here's my lame ass story.....
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Becca's P.O.V
I sit in my 5th period, Math, and sigh heavily.Not really giving two fucks about multiplying Binomials. The lights are out and the S.M.A.R.T board is the only light. I am sitting in the main back seat in the row next to the wall. I admit, I'm my towns outcast. It doesn't bother me much now that I accepted who I am. I sit with my feet propped up on the seat in front of me, my boots covering the seat with dirt. My black ripped jeans tight and my black shirt loose. My brown hair in its natural wave. I applied light make up this morning. Just some eyeliner and come foundation to cover the break out that just occurred recently. I stare as the clock slowly ticks time away. I know how to do math... I just don't want to do it. I sigh once again as my teacher continues with the her boring ass notes that I always fail to write. It's sickening to watch all of the suck ups cling on to her every last word and writing so fast it's as if they're life depended on it. It's amusing actually. As if note taking and sucking up will get you anywhere. Flattery is not always a reliable solution to your problems. I can't wait until the day reality slaps them in the face. As I was lost in my thoughts I hadn't realized just how fast time had passed. They were only 15 minutes left of class as the teacher flipped the lights on illuminating the small classroom with bright light making me squint as my eyes adjusted. The teacher wasted no time handing out her homework she had prepared for us. I start with the first problem I can't help but over here a loud obnoxious voice. I look up to see a girl that is a splitting image of a rat. We'll rats are cuter than her on many levels. Her face is always as if she is high out of her mind and her voice is as if she has allergies and all the snot is running to her lungs. Disgusting right? She is laughing with her "friends." The only reason people talk to her is 1.) they automatically assume she has a disorder,(which she in fact does not have.) and feels sorry for her. Or 2.) she acts so stupid that people actually find her funny. I personally find her weird and annoying. I usually don't put others down but she is an acception. I finish up my last problems so I don't end up with homework tonight. The bell rings and I run to my 6th. I personally love this class. The teacher is hated by many for foolish reasons, but I personally love his class. It's Earth and Space Science. I find a lot of his class interesting. Before I know it time has passed and the bell is ringing. I really need to quit day dreaming... I go to break and buy a Gatorade because I can't have a lot of pop... Or things can get bad. I head to my 7th early. This is my favorite class of the day. It's digital literacy. I only like it so much because the teacher stays at the front of the room as I am in the main back. I usually search the web and play games. I never do any work in her class but yet I'm still passing. I take my seat and look up navel rings because I want a new one when the bell rings and our break is over. My classmates come flooding in and taking their seats. They aren't a lot of people at school today considering it's the last day of school. Just a couple more minutes and it'll be summer. Class goes by fast. I ended up on some game website all class period. The teacher bid us her goodbyes and told us "Have a wonderful summer everyone!" I pushed passed everyone in the crowded hallways earning a couple of names to be shot my way. I flip them off and continue to walk. I reach the parking lot and practically run to my car. It's nothing special. Just an old black Camaro with tinted windows. I jump in while blasting Greenday and racing home. When I reach my house I hurry and park while running through my front door to get packed. Today I am leaving for Australia. Mom and dad had promised me if I stayed in school and made good grades they would pay for me a trip to anywhere I would like to go. I always had a thing for Australia, so I decided to go there. I run through the house packing clothes, jewelry, phone charger, phone, earbuds, and everything else a teenager needs. My flight leaves first thing in the morning so I had to hurry. When I get done packing my room looks like hell. Clothes scattered everywhere bed unmade, and my personal belongings scattered throughout the room. I could care less. I'm just glad I got everything packed. I jump in bed and pull the blankets over me, lulled into sleep by the silent darkness.
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