My Mate...What a Loser!

Hey guys well here is a story i wrote because...well to tell the truth i was just plain bored ^_^

ENJOY

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Chapter 1

“You are?”

“Dorothy James...but I prefer Dot or Dotti...I’m new here...”

“I guessed as much. Just take a seat where you like...Dorothy” Turning back to her computer she started typing again completely ignoring me.

Well this is a perfect start to a new school; I’m already in the teacher’s bad books...fudge it.

Turning towards the empty classroom I walk to the back of the room and take a seat in the back corner putting my bag on the seat next to me.  Sifting through my bag I pull out my ipod, art pad and a pencil and shove my headphones in my ears.

Letting my pencil have free will I let it dance across the page, a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth, for some reason every time I draw I smile (this happens to me when I draw, I’m mental or something lol) Watching my creation unfold I ignore the bell meaning the class has started and the ruckus as the students come grudgingly to class.

 Feeling all the curious stares I pull my long wavy light-blonde hair around my face like a veil my face heating up and a red tint to my cheeks in embarrassment. Concentrating on my drawing my hands moving at lightning speed...

“Dorothy James! This is your first day and already you are being disrespectful” Looking up startled, ‘Mrs Grumpy Bitch of a teacher’ is standing right in front of me fuming. With wide eyes I quickly pull out my earphones and shove my ipod in my bag hearing a chorus of giggles and sniggers erupt from the class.

“Sorry” I mutter picking up my art pad to put in my bag also but just as I’m putting it in my bag Mrs ‘whatshername’ she never told me her name so how am I suppose to know! Snatched it from my hands scrutinizing my drawing before ripping it in half and dropping it to my desk, a growl leaves my mouth and I on impulse stand defensively, what the hell am I doing? Looking at the teacher I see her gob smacked expression on her face, her nostrils flared as though she was sniffing the air...what the hell?

“Come with me.” She says spinning on her heels and storming out the room, all my new giggling classmates were also looking in astonishment at the doorway where Mrs ‘whatshername’ left; this must be strange behaviour for her I’m guessing...

Following her down a few hallways to where I remember is the school office we stopped in front of a door labelled PRINCIPLE. Is she handing me over to the principle for being disrespectful?

Sighing inwardly I slump my shoulders Maria is going to be so pissed off at me, I haven’t even been here an hour and already I’m visiting the principle.