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Math Class? More like Meth class

Chapter 1- Math class? More like Meth class
Courtney

"Alright, Class. I feel that we should start now. Please open your textbooks to page 83." Miss Hampton, the hot substitute, announced. You could hear the flipping of the textbook pages all around. All except for mine. I was in the back, my chair declined on two legs, bubble gum squishing around my mouth. "Who's that? Courtney? Yes. Courtney, would you please open to page 83? You're keeping the rest of the class from learning." Miss Hampton requested.

"This isn't your first class you've ever substituted, surely?" I asked her. She had a confused look on her face as she shook her head. "No, why?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. I was the class smartass, always have been, always will be. I stood and motioned towards the rest of the class. "Do you really think that this class wants to be in school right now? I'm sure they'd rather be home or out with friends." I pointed out. She sent me a glare.

"Would you like to leave my class, Miss Stevens?" She asked grimly. I nodded. For a normal person, it would be feared to be sent away from class, but for me, this practically happened on a daily basis. "Please, get out." She said. "Where do I go?" I asked, as if I didn't know which area to go to take a smoke break. "I'm sure you know, Courtney." She said. I grabbed my bag, shoved my books in, and left the classroom dramatically, huffing, puffing, and sashaying. "Adios, bitches." I said as I exited the door. I walked down the silent halls towards the back exit.

When I reached the door, the outside air hit me hard. The wind was blowing hard. I sat on the concrete bench, underneath the big oak tree. I reached into my bags front pocket and grabbed my cigarettes and a lighter. My parents knew I smoked, and they hated it. They always tried to take them or something, but I always knew how to get more.

I cupped my hands over the cigarette as I flicked the lighter. My phone buzzed. Sister.

"Hey, do you want me to pick you up? I'm by your school and I'm on my way to the mall." Her text read. I quickly replied. My sister was the only one who accepted me. She dropped out of school at 17, and when my parents knew, she was out of the house. She stays with her boyfriend, who's currently in college.

"When you come get me, tell them I'm in the library." I texted. I knew I couldn't go back to Miss Hampton. I took my final drag and crushed the cigarette underneath my sneaker. I then got up and went back into the school, heading towards the library.

It only took about 5 minutes for my sister to get me. I was so happy to get out of that hell-hole. I got into my sisters Jetta and looked at her. "Thanks." I said. It wasn't usual that I got to see her. "Whatever." She muttered. Her long black hair looked frizzy today. It was pulled back into a high ponytail. She was now 23, but she looked 16. "How have you been." I asked, looking for my cigarettes in my bag. I only half finished my other one. "If you tell mom and dad, I'll murder you." She said, looking almost serious.

"I promise. Now just tell me what it is." I begged. Her eyes started to tear up. "Tabitha, what's wrong?" I asked. I was started to feel bad, like I did watching her get kicked out. "I'm...." Her voice was almost an inaudible whisper. "I'm 6 months pregnant." My face was priceless. My eyes almost popped from my head. "What? Are you serious?" I asked, shocked. She nodded. I knew we would end up at some sort of bar or whatever in this trip.

My sisters boyfriend was almost rich, and he had a good job, so my sister could spend all the money she wanted. This was probably the only fun shopping trip I'd get all year. I bought lots of new clothes and even a small new dresser to put them in. By then end of the day, we probably ended up spending $750. We, as predicted, went to a club, because it was already 7 pm. I was 18, so I just barely made it in. Plenty of people were there. Thank god for Friday.

My sister and I danced and drank and forgot about the pregnancy. It was 12 when I got to her place. I called my mom to tell her I was staying "with a friend." She wouldn't let me stay with my sister in a million years. She replied with an 'okay' and that was the last I spoke to her. Luckily my sister didn't get pulled over. Neither of us were sober. We stumbled into her apartment, tripping over our feet. I fell onto her couch. "Please tell me the baby is Jake's." I pleaded.

"Yeah, but I don't want to talk about that. I'm going to sleep." She stumbled into her room, almost falling again. In 3 months, I would be an aunt. I decided to forget about it. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.

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I woke up and showered. No texts. Who would text me?

I was hungover. I probably wasn't the only kid at school experiencing this. The warm water on my back made me shutter. I looked down. Half my view was boobs, and half was the toes of my feet. I wore C's, one of the biggest sizes in my in my grade.

Suddenly, a wave a nausea rushed over me. I threw the shower curtain out of the way and bent over to toilet bowl. I made it just in time to puke. Afterwards I coughed flushed the toilet. There was stuff in my hair. Good thing that I haven't actually started my shower yet. I rinsed it out of my hair and added shampoo. In minutes I was clean and fresh.

I got dressed and grabbed my bag. Thank goodness I bought those clothes. Even though I was normally gross looking, I looked fabulous. My sister was already awake when I got out. She looked horrible and it wasn't good for her to be drinking while she had something in the oven. "Do you feel alright?" I asked gently.

She nodded. "I'm alright. I'll take you home. Come on." She held onto her stomach and slowly walked towards the door. "Maybe I can just walk?" I suggested. "Hell no! Are you crazy? I don't want you to get shot." She said, grabbing the door knob. She motioned for me to come on. "Ok, but I'm driving." I insisted. She shrugged. I grabbed my bag and followed her.

I don't drive that often, so it was scary driving back home. I had to map out how I could get to my parents without them seeing my sisters car.

I finally decided to say that their cars looked similar. Chances were that my parents wouldn't even be awake yet. I pulled up at my house, and I could see a hint of sadness on my sisters face.

"Been a while since I've last seen this place." She muttered. "Well, bye, sis. And remember, you spill the beans and you're gone." I put my hands up as fake surrender. "Yes ma'am. And thanks for yesterday. I had fun." I announced as I grabbed all my stuff, including the wardrobe, from the car. Thankfully, it wasn't that heavy or big. She honked the horn and drove off. Back to the hellhole I call home.

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