It's not my fault

Chapter 2- where are they geting these straws from?

The next morning I woke up to my alarm clock. It makes a very loud beeping sound.

I slapped my alarm clock so it would stop beeping. It stopped abrupt, and I think I broke it.

I got out of my bed slowly and groggily. I slugged over to the door and opened it. I walked over to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror and took a glance at myself.

Then I turned on the sink and splashed some water I my face to wake me up.

After I was done in the bathroom, I went to the kitchen and sat down at my seat and the table where a plate with my breakfast was sitting. There was eggs and bacon on it. To the side there was a fork on a napkin. I dug in.

I ate like a pig, and when I was finished, I grabbed my plate and brought it to the dishwasher.

Then I went back to my room and changed into my school uniform. A blue button down shirt with khaki shorts. Then I grabbed my rainbow backpack and yelled bye to my parents. Then I started my long journey to school.

When I got there, I felt everyone's eyes on me with smirks in their faces. I looked down at the floor as I walked, and found a penny. I bent down to pick it up, and as I did so, it pulled away. I followed to where it was going. It stopped inside the janitors closet.

"I'm not falling for that again." I muttered. Then I continued to walk to my first class. English.

"Welcome class! Write down your homework in your planner as your fellow students come in." Mr. Barley announced.

As students filed into the classroom, I wrote down my homework in my planner. When I was done, I looked up and noticed that nobody was sitting near me.

Then, a group of jocks, called "The Jocks" (I'm sorry not a very creative name) walked in. There was only 4 of them. There were 2 seats at the front. Mason and Carl took those first seats.

The other two, Cameron and Harold, had no choice but to sit next to me. As they sat down, the bell rang.

"Sup," Cameron said, trying to make eye contact with me.

I smirked at him not knowing what to do since nobody ever talks to me.

"I bet it's your first time actually getting to a class before the bell," I scowled. Then I turned my attention towards Mr. Barley.

"Hello class! Today we're going to be taking a pop quiz!!!" he announced as the class groaned in unison.

"Sterns, get up and pass these out," he demanded. I got up out of my seat and snatched the stack of papers from him. I started to pass them out, kids saying thanks as I handed it to them. I could see through my side vision that they were wiping they're tests off because of my "PMS germs."

When I was finished, I plopped down in my seat and looked at the first question.

1. What are 2 synonyms for freedom?

That's easy!!

Liberty and Independence are both synonyms for freedom. I wrote.

As I finished my pop quiz, I heard people get up and turned in their quizzes. When I was done, I proofread about 3 times, and then got up, proof read as I walked, and but the quiz in the basket. Then I went back to my seat and opened my textbook and read a documentary about Jackie Robinson.

A couple minutes later, Mr. Barley told was it was time to finish what we were doing.

"Turn to page 276 and read til page 287 while I correct your quizzes," he instructed.

Everyone did as they were told. After a couple of minutes I heard snoring next to me. I turned to me right and noticed that Harold was asleep. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, PMS!" Cameron whispered to me.

"I have a name you know," I replied.

"Uh, Pam. Watch this,"

Then Cameron pulled a straw out of his pocket and put it to his mouth. Than he put it to his mouth.

"Duck," he warned. I did so, trying to continue reading but knowing something exciting was going to happen.

Then I heard a whoosh noise. I looked up at Harold and saw a spit ball land in his ear.

He woke up and put his hand to his ear and felt the spit. I almost gagged watching him.

He then screamed, wiped his hand of on his jacket all fast and furious. Then he grabbed a tissue from his jacket pocket, wiped his ear, and cursed under his breath.

"Who did that?" He asked with a growled.

I pointed at Cameron. Then Harold got a straw out of his pocket and did the same thing to Cameron.

Where are they getting these straws from? I wondered.

Then they started a spit ball fight.

"Boys!! Boys!! Calm down!" Mr. Barley yelled, rushing out of his seat. I was still ducking down reading my book. I was actually almost halfway under the desk.

"OFFICE NOW!!" Mr. Barley yelled. Then the bell rang. I quickly got out of seat and rushed away from the spit balls.

Then I headed for my next class.

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Today, I had a sub total of 12 times I tripped, 26 times they attempted to trip me, 2 cakes in the face, 5 slams into the lockers, 24 noogies, and 1 butt glued to a chair. (Don't ask.)

Well, it was a great day!! (Note the sarcasm).