The Archer~ Adopted By Taylor Swift

Chapter Four: Invisible String

                        Elizabeth's pov

I let out a loud sigh in my seat. Detention fuckin' sucks.

"Quiet, please." Mr. Neil, the history teacher, looked up from his computer for a second to look at the class before focusing back on the dimly lit screen.

The teachers tend to rotate when it comes to detention. Thankfully it wasn't a teacher that hates me, but none of them are very fond of me, either. Maybe like one or two, though.

I played my amazing charm and managed to get my detention down to a week and a half, so I guess that's better.

I very slyly looked around the room to see everyone sitting there looking bored while the teacher had his eyes a couple inches from the computer. Okay, that cannot be healthy for his eyes. He isn't even wearing blue light glasses?

While nobody seemed to be paying attention, I quickly reached into my backpack and pulled out my phone. I quickly went over to Spotify and put on my Taylor Swift playlist and hit shuffle. The first song to come on was The Lucky One. I set my phone back into my pocket. And closed my eyes, leaning against the seat and hoping to pass time.

I made sure to keep an eye on the clock so I wouldn't get caught when the teacher tells us to go. I was in the middle of I Think He Knows when I looked up and saw that I had five minutes left until I was out of this hell hole.

I quickly took out my earbuds and put them up as well as my phone. I sat their patiently for the following three minutes until Mr. Neil said we could go.

I grabbed my backpack and rushed out of the school, deciding to head over to the diner I liked to go to after school. It's a nice, small diner owned by an old married couple.

I walked through the door and quickly went over to my favorite seat in this diner. "Elizabeth! How are you doing?" Martha, one of the owners, asked. "I'm good, Martha! How are you?"

"I'm good, sweetie. So, what can I get for you?" She asked, getting out her notepad. "Just the usual." I replied, referring to the plain cheeseburger, fries, and strawberry milkshake I usually ordered when I came here. "And send Bill out here while you're at it. I need to thank him for helping me with that history exam." Bill used to be a History teacher before opening up this diner, and I can happily say I wouldn't have passed, let alone gotten a B, if it wasn't for him. I would've gotten an A if it wasn't for a couple questioned we didn't go over 'cause I didn't know they were gonna be on the test.

"Alright, coming right up and I'll send him out along with your food!" I nodded and she quickly left. I waited for around ten minutes until I saw Bill heading towards my table with my order.

"Hey, Bill!" I greeted him and he smiled, setting my food down and ruffling my head like he usually does. "Hey, kid! How're you?" Both Bill and Martha know that I live in an orphanage and also know that I hate it, they obviously don't know why because, let's be honest, what orphan wants to be in an orphanage?

"I'm good, I'm good. I got a B on that history test!" I say excitedly. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" He congratulates me and ruffles my hair again while I blush red.

"Thank you for helping me with it." I smiled and he nodded. "No problem, kid. Happy to help. If you need help with any school stuff, you can always come to me, okay?" I nodded. "Okay."

"Great. So I should get back to work but it was amazing to see you."  He smiled at me and walks back to the kitchen while I take a long sip of my milkshake.

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                                 Taylor's pov