Double trouble...

1. Quite the swimmer

Hi, I'm Cara Lee Russo, I'm 14 years old, and I'm known for either being Alessia Russo's sister, or the troublemaker in town. Today I was supposed to be going to Lessi's last Man United match, but instead I'm sitting at Ms. Diaz's desk, my favourite copper.

We spend quite a bit of time together and there's always a new lesson to be learned, like, don't put a bunch of chemicals and forks into the microwave...

Or punch someone...

Or talk back...

Or throw a chair at your teacher, but the first one's the most important.

Anyway, my mum's pretty fed up with me, and so is my dad, but this time I think I've actually managed to outdo myself with stupidity.

Not only have I gotten myself kicked out of school, but I've also been kicked off the school's football team.

It's not like I'm stupid or something, I'm actually quite smart. According to my parents, if I put the energy I'm using to cause trouble into my studies, I'd probably be an A+ student.

But where's the fun in that?

Mr. Harris, my science teacher, is a right prick and I'd rather be sitting here, at the station, instead of sitting in his classroom, even if it means that I'm going to be in deeper shit than the amount of shit in a pigsty.

I didn't actually mean for the microwave to explode and set the room on fire, it was an accident. Don't get me wrong, I still intended on ruining it, I just didn't know it'd bloody explode.

"Russo, your mum's here to pick you up" Ms. Diaz tells me, so I get up and follow her to where my mum's waiting.

I guess it's time to face the music.

Although, to my surprise, she doesn't utter a single word. She just grabs my arm and pulls me towards the car after talking to Diaz for a bit.

She looks like she has been crying, making the guilt start to appear as I finally realise just how bad I fucked up, and the silent treatment isn't making it any better. So I decide that not to say anything is my best course of action, knowing that it would only make things worse for myself, which is something I'm also quite good at.

I also guess I missed the game because we go straight home, where I'm told to go straight to my room, which, weirdly enough, is a regular occurrence. Sometimes my temper just gets the better of me, resulting in me getting kicked out of class or getting into fights, but today was something else entirely.

First period was alright, History with Mr. Hob is one of my favourite subjects and he's a great teacher, plus my best friend Esme is also in the class.

Then I had double English with Ms. Barbie, who, for some reason, doesn't like me all that much, so I got a couple warnings and ended up spending the rest of the class with the school's counsellor, Ms. Dorthy.

After that I had lunch, which is where Gary, one of the school's jocks, decided to start picking on Esme, so I broke his nose before going to PE and playing some softball.

Then I had my last class, which was science...

Mr. Harris and I don't really get along, but I honestly don't know why. He's always had it out for me ever since I stepped foot in his classroom a year ago, and I really tried to be good, but after a week I just gave up.

But today was honestly just mayhem...

Or in other words, worse than normal the normal amount of mayhem that comes with me.

I hadn't even been in there for more than 5 minutes before he started picking on me, telling me to stop talking, when in fact, I wasn't even the one doing the talking. But I knew he wasn't going to believe me, so I started talking, just so he had an excuse to say something, because I'm nice like that.