Toxic Illusion

Chapter 3: The annoying brat

It was now 7am. Lucy has now just started to get on my and my friends' nerves. I don't even know if I'll be able to survive the whole year, what with her bugging me already.
And whenever teachers start criticizing her when she keeps on ordering us and treating us rubbish, she has this LAME excuse of 'her back hurting'. HOW FAKE IS THAT?!
She's always, do this, and do that. Even in the simplest things where she could DEFINITELY just go do it herself, even if her 'back hurts.'
And we're only just in the first HOUR of the year.
AAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Sometimes, I just wish to just crawl to the school window, 'accidentally ' trip and just,
fall.
How SPECTACULAR would that be?!
Unfortunately, though, committing suicide is against my religion.
Shoot.
Anyways, it was now 7.30 am. All the students were already staring to come around, and by 7.45 the school was a full house. FINALLY. And Lucy isn't in ANY of my classes. Except for math class. So that's a BIG relief. She only gets to bug me during break times, which are only, like, an hour long, in the morning, and in a LESSON, (which is practically impossible since she's 4 rows away from me. The class has 6 rows!). I guess it really ain't as bad as I thought!
Good.
"FINALLY, for the first time in forever, I actually LOOK FORWARD to my first class. Now that Lucy ain't going to GET ON OUR LAST NERVES." I exclaimed.
"Er...Sierra, you do realize we have two math sessions today? It's Sunday...and math is our first session.." Molly reminded me.
"ARE YOU BEING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!?" Lily yelled.
"Don't blame me. Blame the teacher that set up our schedule." Molly shrugged.
Great. Just great. I guess it's a class? How bad will it possibly be?!
"Good morning class. In preparation for the Maths Exam on Tuesday, I will be distributing some practice sheets. I hope most," Miss Vivian, (our maths teacher) glared at Lily, with a look of doubt and disgust, "of you studied. The test this time is going to be quite difficult."
"MISS V, YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT!! THE TESTS YOU GIVE US ARE SO EASYY!" Lucy exclaimed.
HOW ANNOYING CAN SHE BE?! I had this SPLITTING URGE to just smack her in the face, but I managed to stop myself.
"I know, but this time it WILL be hard."
"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT!!"
"I know, but I'm not joking this time."
"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT!!"
"IF YOU DON'T stop-yourself-from-yapping YOU MAY GET OUT OF THE CLASS, AND DON'T YOU WORRY, I'LL GIVE YOU GRADE 10's test, since year 8's 'sO eAsY'."
"WHAT?! BUT IT'S SO UNFAIR! YEAR 10'S 2 STAGES HIGHER THAN MINE!!"
"THEN THROW A SHOE AT YOUR MOUTH AND SHUT UP!!"
She finally shut up.
Well that was brutal.
Even TEACHERS hate her guts.
"Sorry, class. Anyways, here are the sheets. Lucy, you can distribute them." she ordered.
"But MISS V, I really wanted to distribute them, but my back hurts real bad! So I think I would give Sierra the favor, who would LOVE to distribute them, don't you?" she smiled, turning to me. And she gave me a really nasty grin.
I SO wanted to tell her, "Well, I need to go to the bathroom. Since your back hurts, why don't I pee for you too?" in a form of sarcasm, but I just kept my mouth shut. Groaning, I distributed the papers, wondering if I'll actually be able to survive the whole year or not.
Probably not.
:)