Chapter 1- Troublemaker
I yawned and stretched as I woke up, and got ready for school. I threw on a paramore shirt and my basic skinny jeans with my favorite shoes which were combat boots. I quickly combed out my hair although it didn't help any. My black hair decide to stand up in a rat nest looking thing as always.
For breakfast, I quickly made some toast smeared with peanut butter on it. As I wrapped my toast in a napkin to make it easier to eat on the walk to school I grabbed my thermos filled with milk. I needed something to wash the peanut butter down with. I quickly grabbed a banana, and stuck it in my grey and black hobo bag I used for school.
I looked around the trailer quickly to make sure I didn't forget anything then I walked outside. The brisk morning air greeted me. I walked out the exit of the trailer park. Looking both ways I quickly crossed the street. I dreaded walking to school, but I had no other choice because the school bus didn't like to stop at a trailer park. Sadly I lived 13 miles away from my school, so I usually got to school late and have earned many tardies.
As I walked, I munched on my toast. The peanut butter stuck to my braces, but I didn't care. As I tried to sip some of my milk, the wind blew causing me to spill it all over myself. I screeched. Why did I never have good luck?
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Of course when I walked into class I was late. 15 minutes late to be exact since I stopped at a gas station bathroom to clean up some. My teacher glared at me with a look of hatred. I new Ms. Winslow hated the fact I was constantly late, but I don't care. It wasn't like I could do anything about it.
"Ms. Fields, what is the opposite of on time?" I heard my teacher ask.
"Late?" I said.
"Exactly, and you have so many tardies that you now officially have 3 days of after school detention."
I groaned and said, "Really?"
Ms. Winslow gave me a stern look and replied, "Really. Now get to work identify those past participle in each sentence." She handed me the worksheet everyone else was working on.
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Later at lunch, I ate the banana that was in my hobo bag. Then, I got in the lunch line to grab something else because I was still hungry. I am a vegetarian, so I hate meat. Sadly, all the cafeteria had without meat was their super salad that cost $2.00. I only had $1.50 on me. I sighed, and went to the vending machine just to realize that all they had left was hot pork rhines. Ew.
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I went to after school detention as soon as class let out. Sighing I did my homework in silence. Once I finished I stared at the clock waiting for detention to be over. Sadly, there was still an hour left. I asked the detention teacher if I could use the bathroom. They said to be back in 5 minutes.
When I got to the bathroom I didn't use the toilet. Instead I put my bag on the ground and stood on top of it trying to reach the small square window that let a little light in the bathroom. If I could reach it I could get out of after school detention real fast. I finally got my hand on the lock of the window, and unlocked it. Crawling out the tiny window, but not realizing I left my bag as evidence behind.
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The Girl Who Wore Combat Boots
Teen FictionLayn is not a girly girl. She wears black skinny jeans, band t-shirts, and combat boots to school. She doesn't style her hair, instead she has bed head. oh, and braces are definetly not attractive. Also, her family is poor, as in living at a traile...