Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Light streamed in from the window, giving my room a warm glow. I rolled over in my bed to look at my alarm clock. It read 7:50 AM. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw this. Crap, why does this always happen to me? This means I only have twenty minutes until homeroom. I shot out of bed and raced towards the bathroom with my towel swinging wildly.

While in the shower, I recalled the events of last night. I smiled to myself as I shampooed my hair, remembering how good it felt to wack Jared with that foam hammer.

I ran out of the shower with lightning speed and sprinted to my room to find something to wear. I threw on the first things I could find, which was a black and gray striped ruffle skirt and a dark blue shirt with sleeves that reached my elbows. Quickly, I fished out my blow dryer from my closet, and blow dried my hair at a speed so fast, I'm pretty sure I put professional hairstylists to shame. I put on some dark blue flats too match my shirt, grabbed my black and white tote bag, (I'm obsessed with matching my outfits, but this way people won't know that I was in a rush this morning) and raced down the stairs.

As soon as I opened the front door, I silently cursed myself. I forgot that it was early February and that it was still to cold out to wear short skirts and flats. This made me look completely weather confused. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It read 8:04. I had six minutes to get to school. I had no time to change.

I ran out onto the street, the cold pricking my legs, when I realized an obvious problem that I overlooked. I didn't have a ride. I glanced back at my driveway, no cars. Well, the school was only a couple of blocks away, I think that I can make it in five minutes, if I ran, really really fast.

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I had reached the wide red and blue school double doors with a minute to spare. Even though, I was completely out of breath I didn't stop and rest. Instead, I sprinted down the hall past the "We've Got School Spirit, How About You?" Cheer leading poster, to the hardwood main staircase to make my way to homeroom.

Some of you may be thinking, It's just homeroom, who cares if you're late once. Well, this isn't the first time that I've been late. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Berk, is one of the strictest teachers in this whole school, and it's a big school. She doesn't take tardiness to well, and I've been late four times already this quarter. (I blame my alarm clock, I still think it has a mind of it's own) So, the last time that I was late, she took me aside and harshly told me that if I was late one more time I'd get detention for a week. Now, knowing me, I've never had detention in my whole entire life, so you can imagine how freaked out I was to hear this. I promised myself to never be late to homeroom again. But, look at where I am now.

When I finally reached my homeroom, I threw open the door and flung myself in. Sure, that caused me a bunch of 'Whats with her?' stares. But, I was here and that's all that matters.

"Jaime Walters?" Mrs. Berk called out.

"Here,"

So I made it just in time, I come after Jaime in the class roster. Well, at least something good happened today.

"Kaitlyn Wilkes?" Mrs. Berk read aloud.

"Here," I huffed.

She put down her clipboard and looked at me. She slowly took in my out of breath state, my hair clinging to my forehead and cheeks, and my flushed face. She narrowed her eyes at me, forming two tight slits but didn't question me at all.

Once she stopped staring at me, I leaned back into my seat and tried to relax a bit. My legs ached from the long run and I really needed a drink, but I didn't feel like asking Mrs. Berk if I could be excused, so I just layed my head back and closed my eyes.