Hey fellow Meeplings! It's me.. Meep. I'm unfortunately still alive.. sorry for getting your hopes up but seriously. if you actually like this book which is probably none of you, don't count on quick updates because the last chapter took me 2 months to be bothered to write it. The reason it took two months because it was laziness. Now that I have finished my confession, ON WITH THE STORY!!
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Recap: "It's ok, you lived." And with that I awkwardly waddled away to class.
Audrey P.O.V
I waddled away to class still dazed about what just happened. I am such an idiot. An awkward being like me should just stay in my little bubble with a repetitive course; eat, internet, sleep repeat. When I made it to the door I realised my heart was still beating really fast. I finally calmed down and opened the door only to have the whole class stare at me like I'm some kind of alien. I awkwardly looked down since I feel like I'm the main role of some movie. I'M NOT USED TO THE ATTENTION.. AHHH!'
"You're late Miss Carter" Mrs. Gonzalez stated
"No shit, Sherlock" I rolled my eyes
The room became silent and my eyes widened when I realised what I had just said. MY BRAIN ISN'T FUNCTIONING WELL
"Pardon me, Miss Carter"
crap, Crap, CRAP. PRETEND YOU DON'T SPEAKING ENGLISH. *Explosions everywhere*
"Uh- Ummm... Did you do something with your hair today? I'm sure you did, am I right?" Really Audrey? Really? Was that really the best you can do? *face palm*
"Oh, yes did you notice? I had it trimmed and coloured into dark red" Wait. What?
Oh..OH, yeah definitely... It was hard not to notice..." I smiled awkwardly and was utterly amazed by how my lame save worked. I didn't even know she did something with her hair and I didn't really care either. All I cared about now was getting the hell away from her and sitting in my seat so I can escape the stares I'm getting.
"Alright, Um, you can sit down now" She smiled and went back to teaching.
I then quickly took my seat next to Connor still keeping my head low. "How the hell does that work? You just swore at the teacher and then complimented her." He whispered, completely bewildered
"You just said how it worked." I sighed
"You really are lucky you know?"
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Then Mrs Gonzalez handed us sheets of paper with multiple questions that we had to answer. I zoomed through those questions pretty quickly and handed my sheet in and sat back down in my seat. No, I'm not a nerd and Yes, Connor and I are in the Top Math class in our grade and in this class, I totally Slay at math equations. Not to brag. Did I just use slay in a sentence? Yes I did.
"You know what I noticed Audrey?" Connor asked quietly as he sat back down from handing in his sheet as well.
"That the girl you mentioned earlier was a figure of your imagination?"
"No, and by the way she is in fact real. Back to the point, Only in Math problems can you buy 62 watermelons and no one asks what the heck is wrong with you" He said referring to the questions we had answered earlier on the sheet.
"Wow. very observant. " I said while nodding and applauding him quietly
"Thank you" he said feeling proud
"Mister Free and Miss Carter, Do shut up as other people are still completing the sheet" Mrs Gonzalez said slightly irritated that we were both talking during class.
Bitch.
"Sorry Miss." I said apologetically and when she focused back on her computer I stuck my middle finger up at her quickly.
"Alright brats, Last lesson I gave you homework and I would like you to hand it in right now please" She said holding her hand out
"Crap we had homework!?" I said slightly panicking- lie. Brain not functioning again. Mrs. Gonzalez was very strict on homework. You had to have a very good excuse as to why you didn't do it. Last time a kid in my class didn't do their homework and she made him answer stacks of equations on paper. That kids had cramps on his hand for like a week. I CAN'T WASTE MY TIME WRITING DOWN STACKS OF EQUATIONS! I HAVE A LIFE... I ACTUALLY DON'T BUT I HAVE TO CATCH UP ON NETFLIX AND EAT TUBS OF ICE CREAM AND THINK ABOUT LIFE. In other words I need to watch netflix, eat and then I have nothing to lose. literally.
"Yes, we had homework." Connor said cooly, until realisation hit him like a bus. "CRAP we had homework!" He widened his eyes as well
"I just asked you that and I can tell you didn't do it either."
"Well then what are we gonna do?"
"Panic until she gets to us and then lie." Again, really? Was that really the best plan you can come up with?
"Sure."
Mrs Gonzalez finally came up to our table "Mister Free. Homework please."
"Um, Miss... You wouldn't punish me for something I didn't do right?"
"Of course not, Connor. You're a bright student why would I ever think of doing that?" Right. She loves Connor and hates me.
"Well... I didn't do my homework..." Connor said timidly. That being said Mrs Gonzalez' face turned from a smile to blank and then moved on to me.
"Miss Carter, Where is your homework?" She said clearly not in the best mood. God damn you Connor. Crap my relaxing schedule at night in my bed watching Netflix and eating from ice-cream tubs is slowly flying away...
"Well.. It committed suicide from having too many problems" I said sarcasm laced around every word. YOU STUPID, STUPID, AWKWARD PENGUIN! DA FUQ IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!
Mrs. Gonzalez' face turned from blank to fuming. Her face looked a round tomato. "MISS CARTER I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOUR BEHAVIOUR IN MY CLASSROOM! DETENTION ROOM. NOW!" My jaw literally hit the ground. WHAT THE FRACK WAS THAT!? HOW COME CONNOR GOT BY AND NOT ME!?
I really did it this time. The whole classroom went pale especially Connor who is absolutely terrified and looked like he was close to shitting his pants just by looking at how angry she was. I then took all my stuff and left the classroom, feeling extremely embarrassed, awkward and happy because I didn't want to be in the god forsaken place anyway.
I made my way to the detention room and stared at the door with the big letters DETENTION.
Well no point just standing here.
I turned the handle only to be greeted by a glorious sight of three gods gods sitting at the back seats of the classroom. I then noticed the teacher that was supposed to be supervising the detention room was fast asleep with permanent marker drawings covering his face. He looked like those fake girls who cake themselves with make-up.
Anyway, back to the 3 gods. They were the players, the bad boys, the heart breakers, other bad titles and The boys who are good at soccer. They were Blake Knight, Patrick Owens and Reece Alans. I can't tell if this is torture or a gift.
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HELLO, HELLO, GOODBYE.
What do you think. Sorry it's short. I AM SO DAMN TIRED. IT'S LIKE 3am jokes its only 10:52. MY BRAIN IS MALFUNCTIONING. I haven't eaten because I was so focused on writing the chappie.
tr5fg yt6 < --- The piece of art my head made when I hit it on the keyboard 3 times
Vote because I made it for you children and plus my head hurts and I need food...
*dies for the third time*
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Game on Mr. Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"You're an interesting one you know that?" he smirked while placing my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up "Ummm... thanks...?" curse you wall from preventing me from stepping backwards "It will be a pleasure having you in bed" he chuckl...
