Sugar Lips

Chapter Twelve~Were Back

We are back.

Yup were back.

We went all over that park. The best week I ever had. We had no problems sleeping together. We ended up snuggling with each other. It felt so nice.

My little fluff ball is just to adorable. She got to go with us somedays. Others we wanted to go one Roller coasters so she didn't come with us. I felt so bad about leaving her in her cage that we ended up coming back to the hotel and we watch Netflix snuggling with each other. So most of the time me and Micah ended up snuggling together. 

Is that wrong?

He has a girlfriend. She's a bleeeeep. Lol. Just like the shows.

But she is a bleeeeep.

Put whatever word you want. There are many words.

Micah even asked me if I wanted to go to the GreenVille Bean Soup together.

The GreenVille Bean Soup is a little fair out in Greenville. Of course it's out in GreenVille. It's in the name. Anyway. It first started by making a lot of bean soup. I hate bean soup. But then it grew. Now there are venders of food arcade games and some  little shop where you can buy stuff. The best part is there are rides. Not big ones at like Hershey or anything. But there are some rides. And it's a lot cheaper. It's fun though. My Nana used to bring me. She would go to bingo and I would be handed $100 to get food, a ride bracelet and play games. Once upon a time I would sign up to sing at the Bean Soup. That was before everything.

Alex used to try and talk me into singing again. My argument was that it want going to give me money for the future and that I needed to figure out what I was going to do. How I was going to live by my self. How was I going to support myself.

He always bought it.

Micah has been trying to get me to do the singing contest for the past two days. I keep telling him no. Now I'm just afraid that he will tell my other friends. I don't know what to do with him.

Shaking my head, I came out of my daydream monologue. I was staring up at my book in my hand. I was in reading class. Mrs. Baker has been going on and on for the past hour telling us about how we are wasting time.

Tell me about wasting time. The whole hour is pretty ridiculous. Like literally, you are wasting time telling us about not wasting our time.

I raid my hand.

"Yes, Miss Layer. How may I help you?" She said. She still don't technically like me, but puts on a show. Just because my uncles are the principles.

"Mrs. Baker, I know you are telling us not to waste our time but you just spent like the last hour wasting our time. I don't see how this "speech" you are giving us is not wasting our time." I say.

"Well, Miss Layer. I wouldn't be wasting time if you guys would pay attention." She says in a polite voice, telling me she was struggling to keep the polite act.

"Mrs. Baker, We all were paying attention until you started telling us how you and your husband have been fighting. How about you just stick to the lesson and THEN tell us about you life?" I suggested in a sarcastic tone.

"I don't like your tone Miss Layer." She said giving up the nice act all together.

"Well, I don't like you wasting our class time. I want to get good grades to go to a good college. If you waste all my time I might as well get a new reading teacher, because clearly you don't like to do your job." I said standing up to look Mrs. Baker in the eyes.

"Then go. Go to your uncles and tell them all about this, and how you want a new reading teacher." she snapped back.

" But I don't want to that. I like this little feud going on here. It brings a little... Fun in the school day."