You Moved In

Strangle

I walk into my next period class, which is my least favorite, English. When I tell you that my English teacher is the definition of the ones you'd see in those crappy high school movies, she is! She's so bubbly and it disgusts me. The way she talks makes me want to shoot myself and she sees a kid on their phone and doesn't bat an eye, but when I do so she gets all defensive about it!

I take my seat and room starts to fill up with people. I tap my pencil on my desk just because I know it pisses her off. She looks over at me and my evil grin doesn't hide when she watches at my pencil hit the desk, bounce up and then hit the desk again.

"Callie," she calls my name, "let's stop the tapping."

"No thanks," I say under my breath a little too loud.

The students look at me as if I were a dead man.

"Excuse me?" She asks and stands her fat ass up.

"Nothing." I smile.

"That's what I thought," she says. Woah you finally had your first thought!

I stop my tapping and the bells rings to begin class and call all the students who are still in the hallway late. I open my computer and get into the Google classroom and see the new assignments she posted. I always used to take school seriously. Nowadays, I just come because I'm forced to. There are not classes that appeal to me in any way and I give the half-ass effort in each class. That's doesn't mean I'm not smart though. I always get good grades but they aren't my life. I don't know when the switch happened but I think it was in the beginning of middle school when the teachers started to recommend you to the advanced classes. So 6th grade. The stupid teacher wouldn't let me into the advanced classes even though I was smart enough and had better grades than some of those who were recommended. I wasn't happy. I then stopped trying to be academically gifted and focused more on what others thought of me than what my grades were.

I still get good grades but I really don't care about that stuff.

I open the assignment and she stands up and starts to explain while my mind drifts off.

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The bell rings and I'm snapped into reality and close my computer and a little sticky note is on my desk. I pick up the tiny thing and read it "pay attention next time!"

Fat ass I say to myself as I glare up at her. I gather my things from my desk and go to next period. Which is gym. The high school gym requirement is the one in which was written by drunks because whoever wrote that needs to be tested! Four terms, two semesters. How many units could you have? Simple question. The answer is four. But our gym teachers just love sports so much that we have 9 smalls units of the different sports that the teachers just have to teach us!

The first three is soccer, football and badminton. Then after that when the temperatures start to drop it becomes swimming and basketball. Then floor hockey after that. When the spring starts we all have to do square dancing. Kill me. Then for the rest of the school year, for some reason! For two whole months! Is volleyball! What the actual fuck was going on in their minds! The school takes volleyball very seriously and has made a tournament for all the teams. The coaches pick the captains and then the captains get to pick who they want on their teams, but they have to be in the same grade. So that guarantees that the seniors who take gym and have the athletes with them they win.

I grab my gym bag from my real backpack and walking into the locker room. I throw on the stupid shirt that everyone wears with the school's logo on it and put my stuff in the lockers that don't lock. I trust this place with my life. I walk into the gym and sit in my attendance stop on the floor. I'm late. But the coaches are still sipping on their coffee so they haven't noticed.