The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 6, Continued, Again

Sunday came and went, and before I knew it, I was waking up on Monday morning for school. Another day, another person to piss off. I put on Aiden's hoodie that still had that blasted hole in the shoulder and walked to school before everyone else so I wouldn't have to walk with Noah and Olivia. There was a stone "O" a little way off of the sidewalk—made for the name of the founder of the school, James O'Connel (yes spelled with one "L")—that everyone sat in even though we weren't allowed to and I waited there until I saw people start going in the school. As I walked up to the school, I saw Caleb walking up with the Hudson kids and he looked really annoyed. He was probably still nursing his hangover. I couldn't help but smile a bit as I quickly went inside so he didn't see me.

The inside of the school was almost empty this early in the morning, as it always was, which made it harder to disappear into the crowd. I ran up the stairs to the library and hid in the back corner to finish my homework without being bothered by a pest like Caleb. Okay, hear me out: I think homework is one of the dumbest things I've ever come across in my fifteen years of life if I'm being honest. Look, I know that every teenager in existence says that but it's true. You go to school, then you go home and do more school, then repeat the next day and the next until you graduate and then you go to college and do it all over again. I think it's one of the main reasons kids drop out of school, they get questions wrong and think they're stupid so they drop out and go nowhere in life.

The bell ringing snapped me out of my mental rant and brought me back to the real world. My homework wasn't finished but I didn't have time to try and get it done. The librarian came over and told me to go to class. Yeah, like that's not what I'm doing right now. I thought to myself. With my headphones on full volume, I slowly made my way to first period. In this class I've earned the title of Historian because I knew the answer to every question. Which was stupid because it's not even history class, it's a geography class. I doubted that was the title I was going to have today though, so I didn't even want to take my headphones out during the class. But there was a test today so no talking was allowed and we had to put our phones in the basket until class was over. I powered mine down beforehand so that no one could hack it with their phone and reluctantly put it in the basket. It wasn't a hard test and I got done within ten minutes but then I heard people whispering about me. Of course, I knew they would be, but it didn't make it any less annoying. What happened on Friday night would soon become a less and less accurate story and eventually there will be no truth left at all in the retelling except my name.