Bad girl, Good boy?

2. Itz 9am the nigjt is only begginf

Tuesday,
P1- science
p2- science
P3- music
P4-history
P5- art
P6- free period

Today didn't look too bad, once I get over the double science at least. Music and art are my favourite subjects so I'm not complaining. Plus, it's a new day to get some more dirt on the new kids in town.

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I slumped down into the old, prickly wooden seat in the third row. It annoys me that my parents pay so much to send me to this school yet this place can't even manage to get decent chairs?

"Good morning class."

"Good morning, Mrs Smith", a crowd of zombie-like people echoed.

Mrs Smith seemed ticked off that everyone replied in such a monotone manner. I was honestly expecting her to ask everyone to repeat their greetings in a more cheerful way. She's one of those teachers. Grumpy, old and strict, always believing in the 'traditional' way of teaching students. Science and Mrs Smith is a horrible combination. Instead of getting annoyed at us, she surprisingly just took her seat and let out a deep breathe which she seemed to be keeping in for a while.

Something must be wrong.

She gradually went back to her old self throughout the double, but she did seem a little bit off.

There was something a lot more exciting that happened in this science class though.

Somewhere around half way through the second science lesson, I was distracted by something buzzing in my pocket. My phone wouldn't shut up. I tried ignoring it at first but whoever this was, they were determined to get my answer. I walked up to Mrs Smith and said I had lady problems to take care of. It works every time.
I skipped out of class and round the corner to check what the big deal was and why I had 11 messages and 3 missed calls.

It was Sara.

She usually calls me about everything so I didn't bother to call her back. I did read through the messages though.

"Ommgsjod hahhhhhhahhhhahahahhahhahahshahsjjakkjahahha I am likr so jappyyyy scar!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"prerrtty bouy lip tastes soo goood haaaaha"

"beereoroo dod I evar tell you I love yooou coz I do"

"aklohol is yum in my tum of rum"

"i kust showred wit preety boy "

" it is 9am hhhaaha the nigjt is only beggininf"

"WaIT the son is up"

"itz morning ooPs"

"I frogot thats what's am meens"

"sccCaaErrksoeoosk"

"sh!t i was so wasted last night scaaaaar can you ditch with me please?"

~ 3 missed calls
10:14am
10:15am
10:15am

I was able to roughly translate Sara's drunken language to English. I didn't want to miss out on my favourite subjects but at the same time, I'd rather be out of the school than in it.

I had only ever ditched class once. I was in year 9, Brad pressured me and Jack to and I was in for the thrill of it. All we ended up doing was sneaking out to the most unused area of the school. The primary area. The primary area got shut down two years ago, the primary kids at our school had always been horrid but one time they went too far and set the oval on fire. That's a whole story in itself.

Point is, it's a cool place to hang out and not get caught.

I slid down the metal railings of the stairs and landed smoothly. I smiled to myself feeling proud, it had taken me forever to get that right and not fall off.