SCHOOL SURVIVAL: FEAT CHEMISTRY

CH-7 Wednesday

So I explained everything to my friend from Glace. And she replied it was all non sense and I just needed timeout
oh yes! I needed timeout. So I decided to take a break from this drama and go out for a walk. I was in desperate need of some fresh and non-dramatic air.

"Fast forward a bit, and guess who's lost? Yep, yours truly. I swear, my sense of direction is so bad, I could get lost in my own backyard. Anyway, two hours and a minor existential crisis later, I finally make it home.

So, I figure, 'Okay, enough adventure for one day, time to hit the books.' And boy, did I hit them! I was determined to crush those exams like a pro. I mean, Sodium and Chlorine didn't stand a chance against me.

And you know what? I aced it! Perfect score in math and the highest overall percentage in the class. Boom! Take that, Sodium and Chlorine!

But of course, my victory dance was short-lived. Next thing I know, there are rumors flying around faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. Apparently, I'm some sort of Instagram seductress.

Here's the kicker, though: I don't even have an Instagram account! I mean, come on, guys, at least get your facts straight before you start spreading rumors.

Oh, man, let me tell you about the absolute circus that was my Wednesday. So, picture this: it's PT period, and our innocent PT teacher, decides that 200 jumps are in order. Now, I don't know about you, but jumping around like a caffeinated kangaroo isn't exactly my idea of a good time.

Anyway, so there I am, trying not to break a sweat, when I feel this intense gaze boring into the back of my head. I turn around, and who do I see? Potassium, of course, with her zombie-like eyes locked onto me like I'm the last brain on earth.

Next thing I know, she's dragging me up on stage, clutching my hands like she's about to sacrifice me to the chemistry gods, and yanking out a fistful of my hair. And all the while, she's ranting into the microphone about how I'm still up to my 'old bullshit.'

I swear, it was like a bad horror movie, but instead of running away screaming, I just stood there, cool as a cucumber.

But wait, it gets better! Our sports teacher, let's call him Mr. Bastard, decides to chime in with his two cents. And what does he say? 'I know why your hair is coming out like this.'

Seriously? Did he really just go there? I wanted to punch him so hard, not once, not twice, but until he was flat dead.

But hey, I'm nothing if not resilient. So, I adjusted my hair, brushed off the humiliation, and went back to my spot.

And you know what? Despite all the weird looks and the lusty stares, I didn't budge. Because at the end of the day, I'm not going to let a couple of idiot teachers ruin my day.

But seriously, what is wrong with those people? Don't they have anything better to do than humiliate their students in front of the whole school? It's like they get off on power trips or something.

Anyway, rant over. Let's just say, Wednesday is officially my least favorite day of the week now.

A/N - stay tuned for reading my calm parents' reaction to this. Press the Star below too