It's our second day at school now, and people keep on messing with Emma and I's heads. They keep on putting things in our lockers that say things like, 'you shouldn't be here' and 'get out whilst you still can'. I honestly don't understand. Why are people saying this to us? What have we done?
"Alright class, copy this down please," I rolled my eyes at the teacher and plugged in my headphones. As I was looking through my playlist, an unsuspecting force snatched my phone from my hands.
"What are you doing Miss Furlong?" My teacher, Miss Parkinson, a grouchy woman whose husband just left her, asked me. I winced at how high pitch her voice was.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I retorted angrily. I stood up and towered over her 5 foot 3 height. She cowered under my tone. By now, everybody who was in the class was staring at us. Once she realised this, she regained her composure
"It looked like you were on your phone. And that is against the rules, miss Furlong so please hand it over."
"Fuck no. My property, not yours. Now go back to teaching whatever dumb shit you were teaching." I replied.
"Principals office. Now!" Her face was red with rage.
One thing led to another and I was eventually suspended. Totally worth it.
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The Demon's War
ParanormalWar... Death.. Pain. This is a story of an angel and the devil. What happens if they fall in love? Will a new species be created? Will this new species destroy the Earth or will they help protect it? Join Emma and her older sister Aimee on a journey...
