The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 4, Continued

Now, gym is a class I can get behind. I'm almost always in the top five, and I don't have to sit down doing nothing waiting for the bell to ring. Plus, gym class teachers almost never ask you to share something about yourself on the first day. Usually we played a game on the first day, like dodgeball or volleyball or something. Ding ding ding, I was right, we were playing dodgeball. Once we were split into two teams (Caleb on one and me on another) I made it my goal to win, starting with taking out the competition. To do that I had to get Caleb out, then the three other athletic people on that side. Fortunately, just like paper beats rock, spy will always beat athlete. And just like that, my team won, of course. Then we sat on the bleachers until the bell rang, marking third period. On my way to english I was blocked by a group of guys just standing in the hallway, blocking the flow of traffic. They weren't even doing anything, they were just there talking to each other being jerks. While most people just stood there or turned to go a different way I rolled my eyes and tapped one of the guys on the shoulder.
"Oi, B'y, wanna move outta the way so I can go through?" I asked.
He tipped an imaginary hat and gave an obnoxious little bow before saying "Of course m'lady." I scoffed at what was either flirting or an insult, in any case it was pathetic. Pushing him the rest of the way out of my path with my forearm, I flipped my hair behind my shoulder just to be petty as I turned the corner to class.

English is my least favorite class, I mean, it's so complicated. And for why? What good reason does English have for being this complicated? And even though I was technically ahead in every subject, I had to do every grade and every class to "get a feel of what a normal kid is". No skipping levels, no skipping grades. Thanks a lot, Oliver. So I sat at my desk and took out my notebook. While I might not be able to write with my left hand, I was always better at drawing with it than my right. I had learned to draw from a police sketch artist in Georgia when I was twelve and really liked it. I listened to music and drew in my notebook while everyone went around playing two truths and a lie to get to know each other. I drew Jade in English, then I drew Nova during Spanish, and in history I drew Luke. During lunch I drew Aiden while I sat at a table with a bunch of random people I didn't know. By seventh period my pencil was down to a stub and the side of my hand was covered in lead. I stole a pencil from Caleb's bag while he was in the bathroom and went to work drawing mom and dad. I drew them together and struggled to get the height on mom right. She was three inches taller than dad in real life and her proportions were all wrong on the page.