"Here." I slam the late slip down on her desk and walk to my seat in the back of the class.
"So, who read the rest of Hamlet in the last week?" Only a few people, including me, raise their hand. "Okay, so your homework assignment for tonight is to write a three hundred word answer as to what you think the quote 'My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.' means. Class dismissed."
The bell rings just as she finishes up and I run out of the class to my next class and meet Harry.
"Hey." I give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, babe." we walk into class.
"Listen up class, pop quiz!" Mr. Mallard exclaims childishly.
"Oh shit." I whine. I've always hated math, and especially since it's geometry, I hate it more.
He hands out a little sheet of paper to each one of us, the quiz, and sits back down at his desk and doesn't even realize if anyone is cheating or anything.
We sit and write the test, Harry copying of mine and I copying off his. It's become a thing we do in math.
The speakers beep and the principal starts to speak. "Natalie Allister, please report to the office, Natalie Allister."
Everyone in the class stares at me. "Oh, shut up." I glare at them.
Harry laughs and then continues to write his quiz, also known as, copy off mine. I walk out of the class and head towards the office.
When I walk into the office, there are multiple officers standing around. The principal calls my name. I walk into his office, two officers following, and I sit down on one of the chairs across from his desk, Mr. Collison shutting the door and sitting in his own chair.
"So I hear that you are going through a lot right now." He gives me a look to show that he's asking.
I slightly nod, scared of what is happening. Why are there officers here?? Oh my god, what did I do?
"I understand that what you're going through is tough but that does not give you permission to use drugs, Natalie." He says, his tone extremely serious.
"What?" I blurt out. "I never used drugs! What kind of person do you think I am? I AM NOT A DRUGGIE!"
Oh shit. I kinda got out of hand right there.
"Calm down, Natalie." He says.
"You want me to calm down? How can I calm down when I am being framed for using drugs!" I start to cry, one of the officers grabs me and sits me down.
"Don't worry, we're only taking you in to run a few tests." The other officer says, this one a woman with long, brunette hair tied into a ponytail. She looks really young, about twenty-eight.
Oh shit, tests, my cuts. I'm dead meat.
I gulp, wiping my tears away. "Needles?"
"Only one."
"No, please, I hate needles. I can't take needles, please don't." I seriously do have a phobia of needles.
"C'mon, let's go." She grabs my arms and starts to cuff them but I pull away.
"Don't worry, I won't run." I roll my eyes. "I want to go to prove that I don't use drugs."
She puts the cuffs away and just grabs my arms and walks me out of the school.
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"Open your eyes." The doctor demands.
I open my eyes and the female doctor holds a flashlight and shines it in my eyes.
"You're good for this test. Now, blood sample."
"Oh crap." I whine.
I roll my sleeve up and hope that she doesn't mind my cuts.
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Well hello! I'm sorry that I have not updated in like 100293882822 years.
But I was in writers block but then, I got this great idea and... yeah.
Today's pun is....
Having sex in an elevator is wrong on so many levels.
Hahahhahahaa.
Btw, these aren't my own puns, these are puns that I've heard over a long period of time, thanks Brody! (My friend)
Okay byeeee:) ilyasm<3
-Noura
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Gone (h.s.)
ФанфикEver since you came into my life, I've been a better version of me, but now, you're gone.
