Chapter 1

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I'm actually considering throwing myself out that window.

School is the most depressing place on earth and I'm so happy to be finally leaving Cordan Hall after 15 long years.

As I zone out ,looking through the window at the rain dropping onto the glass while Miss Gale lectures us with nonsense about Shakespeare and what 'greatness' he did during his time.

"Miss Chapman are we boring you?" Miss Gale announces as I snap my head back looking in her direction.

" Sorry ,it's just I don't understand Shakespeare just as much as he didn't understand himself I don't need to know any of this it's useless" I reply with a blank stare.

The truth is ,I understood Shakespeare but I couldn't just say 'your lessons are boring' it's too rude even for me .

I read a lot including Shakespeare, my mother tried to get my sister to be interested in reading but with no luck I'm the one who has to read all of my mothers favourites and she's a big fan of Shakespeare therefore having to listen to more things about him at school is making me seriously go insane.

Astrid kicks my foot under the table as a sign to stop talking.

"Miss Chapman if you pay attention in my lessons, maybe you'd understand" Miss Gale yelled getting angrier.

I roll my eyes, "Whatever" I mutter under my breath but somehow that frustrating bitch hears me with her old people hearing.

"That's enough disrespect from you young lady get out of my classroom ,I'd expect better from you not only because if your excellent grades but because it is your last day is it not?" It is true, my grades were immaculate compared to my behaviour but it's not my flaut I don't let people step over me.

"Yes it is my last day and I'm so happy to get out of this shit hole while all you's are stuck here in miserable England." I exclaim confidently.

As I walk out of the classroom , I hear Miss Gale yell language with a infuriated and surprised tone after I said "shit hole" .

As I walk down the corridors not going to a detention class but rather messing about I get startled by the angry voice of a male teacher

"Athena Chapman!"

More like the principal, I smack my forehead in frustration as I know I can't back chat to him.

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