Troubled One (Wilde #2)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

       As soon as I walked into my English classroom, I knew I was screwed. We had a project to do and in my opinion, it was a stupid project, so I didn't do it. I didn't even start it.

       It wasn't my fault, honestly. I hated the topic. It was stupid.

       I sat down in the back, crossing my arms over my chest. If my teacher, Mrs. Signer, got mad at me for not doing it, I was going to get angry.

       The bell rang and Mrs. Signer got up from her desk. "Class, it's time to start the presentations. Anyone want to go first?" When nobody volunteered, she looked at me. "Munro, why don't you go first?"

       "I can't," I said. "I didn't do it."

       Mrs. Signer sighed. "I gave you the project last week. It wasn't even a hard one." I shrugged. "How about you come up here and talk about your family anyway? You'll just lose marks for not bringing in any pictures."

       Oh, no. I was not going to get at the front of the class and talk about how messed up my family is. My family life was private and I shouldn't be forced to talk about it. Not everyone has a perfect little family.

       "No thanks," I said, staying in my seat. "I'm good."

       "Munro, if you skip on the project, you'll get no marks," Mrs. Signer said.

       "Then I get no marks," I simply said. I'd rather fail anyway.

      "Alright," Mrs. Signer said. "I'll also be calling your home."

      Great. Now my brother was going to come here and get even more angry with me. Oh well. What other punishment could I get? I was already the lead in the school play. Nothing could be worse than that.

       For the rest of the class, I tried my best to ignore everyone talk about their families. That was the assignment Mrs. Signer gave us. We had to bring in pictures of our family and talk about each member. I didn't like it at all. Most people talked about how in love their parents were. Others said they lived with one parent but their parents still maintained a good enough relationship. The rest said they lived with one parent who loved them dearly.

       Then there was me. Raised by my grandparents for five years, and now my older brother. Not to mention my mom sent both me and Laughlin to the hospital and killing Elliot.

       When class ended, Mrs. Signer told me to stay there. I sighed, mainly because I had play rehearsal today. And trust me, it wasn't a good thing to be late when Miss Conte was in charge.

       "I'm very disappointed in you, Munro," Mrs. Signer said.

       "A lot of people are," I said.

       Mrs. Signer said. "I don't know what's going on, but you just can't skip out on a project because you don't feel like doing it. I could your house and your older brother is coming. He should be here any minute."

       So we waited for Laughlin to show up. When he got to the classroom, he took one look at me before sighed. "What's up with you, Munro?" Laughlin asked.

      "Nothing," I said.

       "I'm his English teacher, Mrs. Signer," she said to Laughlin.

       "Laughlin, his older brother," Laughlin replied. "So what did Munro do?"

       "Last week, I assigned a project to all the students," Mrs. Signer said. "Munro didn't start it and when I asked him to present anyway, he refused."