*** Effie's POV ***
We arrive at River View High at 7:33. First period begins at 7:35.
I already know I'm gonna be late so there's no point in even trying.
I take my time getting out of the car. Eric and Brad do the same. Their teachers are a bit less observant about time. They head their way to C hall as start my walk to the other side of the school to get to A hall.
I enter through the side door only to see the halls were completely empty. I stroll my way though the building until I find my way past the gym. I peak in through the small window in the door.
It's all the seniors. Let me tell you they are really cute but totally not dating material. Pretty much nobody that I have came across in this school is.
After a little while I find myself outside of Mrs. Stiles door. I take a deep breath knowing I'm gonna be yelled at and all eyes with be on me.
It's not that I have a hard time with people staring. Oh no! But when they are all judging me it kinda hurts. But I shake it off. I have a pretty strong exterior.
I swing the door open and before I can even take on step into this bland little torture room Mrs. Stiles is on my case.
"Late again Mrs. Crow?" She nags.
"Obviously." Is the only reply I give her. I like to keep it short and sour. I can already hear the perfect girls up front start whispering remarks about me. I don't know what hit me it just made me feel worthless and I don't like that feeling. "If you have something to say to me, say it to my face." I calmly say turning towards them.
"Excuse me?" The brain in the trio, Bradley, spoke,"What makes you think we are talking about you?"
"Oh you know the usual. Staring at me while you whisper, giving me the evil eye, and by the way my boobs may not be huge but at least I can say they are real."
Apparently that scored me some points with the trouble makers in the back since they all started snickering and oohing.
Bradley's perfect little face got red and all sorts of scrunched up.
"Well, at least... I-I'm not...."
"Not what?" I retorted.
"At least I'm not a whore!" She screamed as if to cause offense.
"Mrs. White you may not say those words in front of me!" Mrs. Stiles yelled. I don't know why, it's not like what she said offended me. I know I get around. But I just felt like Little Miss Barbie needed to be taught a lesson.
I jumped over the table and tackled her. I got on top and just started whaling on her. I had her hair in my fist and was pulling, hard. Next thing I know I'm being lifted up by one of the basketball players and I'm being held back. I looked down to see Bradley in the fetal position with her little sidekicks by her side. I looked to my hands to see her perfect little strawberry blonde extensions all torn and in my hand. I dropped them just in time for Mrs. Stiles to order me to get my little butt right on up to the principles office.
I did as she said. The jock let me go and I walked out the door with my pride. I didn't care what the people in that class thought of me. All I know is that Bradley White got what was coming to her. It was about time too.
