Unconnected

1 - The school trip

"Noel, we're here! Look!", hearing her sharp voice almost as if it pierced my ears I opened my eyes and groaned, showing her that I was annoyed by her yelling.

Millie smiled at me, not even caring that I was tired and irritated. I had slept the whole trip here, but since we all had to wake up early because of the bus, and the fact that I stayed up late last night, two hours wasn't enough to restore my energy. I never wanted to go here in the first place, but our teachers had forced everyone to follow. It was in the middle of the woods, no wi-fi, idiot class mates, and the simple fact that we had to spoon others to fit in the tents, probably.

Millie was of course excited, she loves school trips and adventures more than anything. Me on the other side, I prefer to stay inside the school walls and study. While she's out climbing some fucking tree, I'm sitting in my room drinking Mountain Dew while studying. We're the complete opposite of eachother. Though, she's one of my best friends.

I sighed once again and looked over towards the other seat, where Marcus was peacefully sleeping unaware that almost the whole bus was empty by now. Except from us three, of course. Millie dragged out Marcus' earphones, which caused him to immediately wake up. Man, taking the music away from him isn't the greatest idea you can come up with.

But being siblings, actually twins, they are used to tease eachother. If I would've done it he would've hit me, trust me.

"Wake up shithead, they're leaving without us!" Millie yelled, only achieving a glare from Marcus. She gave his earphones back and grabbed her full packed bag, then ran out of the bus.

I had also taken my stuff, so I just waited for Marcus to come. With a unsatisfied groan he stood up.

"Why did we have to go? Like, this isn't something that could matter on our grades, right?" Marcus sighed, grabbing his stuff as well as he put the earphones in his left pocket.

"Probably not. I mean, we're even here on a weekend. We should've just skipped it. I heard Steve skipped it, and it seems to be true since I haven't seen him at all." I replied, walking towards the entrance.

"Hurry up! We're waiting!" Millie yelled to us from the outside, and we both exchanged gazes before walking out.

The whole class was waiting for us, and the teachers seemed to be rather upset, giving us spinechilling glares as we approached them.

"Noel, Marcus. We were supposed to gather here five minutes ago. What were you two doing?" 'The witch' snapped. She's the bitch you get yelled at for no reason, really.

A slight snicker spread across the class. Marcus glared at some of the people smirking, before turning back towards the witch with pleading puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. witc-" he cut himself off before finishing his sentence, covering his mouth. The whole class started to laugh. The witch snapped completely and walked up to us, her glare piercing our souls. Just when she was about to start yelling one of our male teachers, Mr. Barton came up to us and tried to calm the witch down.

"Mrs. Achilles, please calm down. They weren't that late, it'll only waste precious time to yell, right?"

Mrs. Achilles growled but walked back to her spot, Mr. Barton winking at us before walking back as well. Mr. Barton is one of the teachers that's actually friendly. There's a few, and he's one of them who you can actually communicate with and not get yelled at.

We're currently 26 students in our class. They never split us in two groups, so we're a pretty big and messy class. The teachers always complain that we're loud and such, but I mean, they could've just split us in two groups, jesus christ.