Dear diary,
The English teacher is really, really surprised to see me. At first I'm pretty sure she thought I was a new student. When she realised I was the elusive Aruna, the girl who stalked the corridors, the girl who could not be punished, all she could say was how glad she was that I wanted to join them today. I could hear the sarcasm laced in between her words, as sweet as they sounded. She knew my 'reputation', if you could even call it that. I sat next to some kid who had clearly grown quite used to sitting by themself, and watched as the lesson commenced. I began planning my attack, scaping the surroundings to see what I could attack and what I could use to my advantage. Every single kid seemed bored out of their mind, I asked one kid to pass me a tissue, and watched as they fumbled in their pockets. Whilst they fumbled, I swiftly stole a pen on their desk and began picking it apart. As they reached to offer me a tissue, they saw the pen in my hand.
"What are you doing?" The kid asked, confused.
"I forgot to bring a pen, so im just gonna steal yours" I explained
"What?" They were clearly confused.
"I just need a pen to explode,k?" I responded, before coercing the ink out of the pen's tube. I became an expert at this in my last school. I then proceeded to spread the ink all across my desk, so that any book left there in the future would be stained. I then took the mostly empty pen ink tube, and flung it at the teacher.
"Sorry miss!" I said sweetly, before leaving my seat to go get my pen - ink - tube- thing. She was fuming. As I walked back to my desk, I saw her eyes widen in horror at my table.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" She yelled.
I shrugged. This was a lot more fun than I expected.
"CLEAN THAT UP RIGHT NOW!" she screamed, red in the face.
I nodded, before heading to the textbooks in the corner and promptly ripping out a page out of the topmost textbook. I then calmly walked to my desk and began wiping as the teacher watched in horror. It was truly a sight to see.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
I beggan scrubbing at my desk faster, smiling from ear to ear.
"Cleaning!"
I then went back to the text books and ripped out another page, before scrubbing again.
"Cathy, call another teacher please"
I stared in shock as Cathy stood from her seat. You would probably start laughing if you saw my face at that moment. I could tell most of the class was.
I shook away everything building up inside my head. This was my final act. I had to do it right. As Cathy left the class I walked to the teachers desk. She was telling me to sit down, but I ignored her. I grabbed a plant on the windowsill and promptly threw it at the whiteboard our english teacher was using to write on. I watched as a large crack developed. Then, calmly, I walked back to my seat, grabbed my things, and left. The teacher tried to stop me, but I simply shoved her away. The entire class was in shock. " bye!" I said, sweetly, and to my shock, I was met with a roar of replies, all in echo of my statement.
As I walked along the corridors, I opened and shut random class doors, sometimes stepping in to yell and run. I even walked into a maths class once just to ask a teacher if I could get a 'gluteus maximus' for miss 'ravenschoffer' before leaving. I even opened a door and threw a pen at an unsuspecting science teacher.
Soon enough, I was found by the teacher who was coming to help my English teacher. Cathy was nowhere near or around him. I followed him calmly as he took me to the headteacher and explained my multiple crimes. The headmistress simply told me to sit as she called my parents. It was all eerily calm, unlike the crazy hell I had been inflicting upon others. I watched as she daintily tapped each button on her iPhone, wrapping he bony fingers around the phone and bringing tthe peice of technology to her ear. I zoned out as the dull ringtone buzzed on, before the fragile voice of my current foster 'mother' began flowing through the room.
The rest was kind of a blur. 'Parents' come in, my crimes are explained, i am threatened with expulsion but am only suspended, most likely returning to a school that will not be so lenient with me. Maybe I'll be able to bond with my class more, who knows?
And as I leave the room, I see Cathy standing with her foster parents beside the door. How the hell has she gotten herself involved aswell?
This was really detailed.. I guess I just needed to write everything down... the fosters have chilled out. My 'Parents' really wish I would refer to them as if they were my parents,but I prefer fosters.
I just hope Cathy hasn't done something as dumb as me.
