"Tawnya?...Tawnya?!... TAWNYA?!" I screamed and woke up. The entire class began to laugh. "Miss South! Don't be sleeping in my class! Go to the principal! Right. This. Second. This is the fourth time you've fallen asleep in my class this month!" I got up and walked out of class. "Not my fault you're a boring old bitch..." I muttered once the door was closed.
I walked through the hall and entered the principal's office. He was sitting on his chair, his face in his hand. "Four times... And that's just this month! Tawnya, I know you can behave. So why don't you at least try?" he sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weinstein. It's just... No offence but I really don't care about boring things like how the Americas were discovered. The only class I actually is home ec. I'm a really good cook, so why do I have to listen to some boring old lady drone on and on and on?!" He let out a heavy sigh. "Because it is the law, Miss South! It is against the law for you to not go to school. I'm afraid I have to call your mother." I rolled my eyes. "Okay." I grumbled.
My name is Tawnya South. I guess I'm the unintentional bad girl of Stormster High. I don't usually mean to get in trouble, but I do fall asleep in class a lot. Other girls also pick fights with me. Okay, okay. I usually pick fights with them first. I wouldn't call myself a tomboy, though. I do tend to wear some light make-up to cover up my pale face.
My mother and I lived on our own with my older brother living a block away. My father left us because apparently, ho couldn't be "tied down" and he "didn't want a daughter". That just broke my heart. I tend to be a loner, as having friends will just hurt you in the end. My mother and I generally don't talk very much, even though we love each other.
Only once ever did I have a friend, but I wouldn't call him a friend, because he was my best friend, we practically did everything together. We were almost never separated. But, he moved, proving my theory that friends aren't a good thing to have. I did, however, have a bother, who was the only person I really trusted as a friend. I knew he would never leave me.
The principal dialed up my mother. "Hello? Ms. South? I must speak with you about Tawnya's behavior. She's fallen asleep in class for the fourth time this month and I'm afraid she will have to have detention for the next two weeks." I heard my mom angrily yelling on the other end of the phone. "Well, I'm sorry m'am, but I don't care about her upcoming softball game. She still has detention, whether she needs to practice or not. It's her own fault for sleeping." I let out an annoyed sigh.
The bell rang for lunch and I looked at the principal with large eyes. He sighed. "Go ahead. But, you still have detention after school." I groaned and walked into the cafeteria holding my plastic bag. I pulled out the yogurt and began to eat it. Semi-warm yogurt. Yum.
Mandy walked by with her lunch. Mandy thinks it's funny to piss me off in any way she can. She spilled her water on me. "Oops. My bad." she laughed. I tried to control my anger, as it was hard to do. I ignored my now wet clothes that were clinging to my body. Mandy didn't seem satisfied. She pretended to trip and fall, bringing her salad on to me. "My bad. Sorry, Tawnya." she fake apologized. I felt myself becoming more furious by the second. I still tried to ignore her and act like she didn't exist. People were now staring a bit. I stood up and got some napkins to wipe things up. I could barely contain my anger. I took my jacket off and began to wipe water off of my shirt. I went into the bathroom to clean things up. Mandy walked in. "How's your father?" she asked. I stopped right then and there. "Repeat that last sentence." I muttered. "How's your father?" she asked again. Everything inside me just blew up right then and there. I picked a salad leaf out of my hair and walked slowly towards her. When I was right in front of her, I back handed her. I punched her face as hard as I could, causing it to bleed. She let out a little cry. I hit her again, even harder. One of the lunch ladies walked in. "What on Earth is... Oh my god!" she said, rushing to Mandy. She looked up at me. "She provoked me!" I screamed. The woman looked at me, glaring daggers. "Go to the Principal's office! NOW!" she screamed. Well, here I go again.
Mr. Weinstein was now screaming at me. Why? I know what I did was wrong, but she desrved it! And, this wasn't uncommon. Like I said, I got in fights a lot. Why was this a surprise?
"Tawnya... I have no words. Do you realize the third blow you did to her face broke her nose? What could've made you furious enough to do this." I looked outside the window for a minute. "She brought up my dad..." I whispered quietly. The principal sighed. "I realize what she did was wrong, and she will be punished. But, you're still going to be suspended. Your mother is working now. Can anyone else pick you up?" he asked. "My nineteen year old brother. Jack South." I told him what to dial for my brother. "He's coming." he sighed.
My older brother, Jack, sad enough, is my best friend. He looks somewhat similar to me, with his dark brown hair and his smile. We've been inseparable since the day I was born. When he turned eighteen, my mom kicked him out. It took me forever to forgive her for that. He now lives a block away from me. I'm always at his house. Hell, I might as well live there. I saw him pull up. The principal and him talked. He saw me and glared, making me shrink in the seat. "I'll take her home." he growled.
We walked out to the car together. As soon as we were out of the principal's sight and driving away, he showed me a fist. "Hey... Don't leave me hanging!" he laughed. I then realized his fury was all an act and he wanted to fist bump. I bumped the fist. "I've always said use violence only when necessary. I've also said don't let bimbos push you around. Today, you followed my second rule... And that makes you awesome. I heard she made a comment about our dad. I also heard you broke her nose. I had to hurry off the phone to laugh it out. Tawny, that's hilarious!" My older brother was the only person allowed to call me Tawny.
When we got to his house, he opened the door for me. "Want something to eat? I made pasta, but I'm not too hungry. Want it?" he asked. I shrugged. "Yeah, sounds great. Is it warm?" He just shrugged. "I can warm it up for you."
I ate his pasta. He was going to night courses at college to become a chef. One day, we planned on opening a restraunt together. "So, suspention for three days, huh?" he asked. "Uh... Yeah, I guess." I sighed. "You can stay with me tonight and sleep in the guest room." I thought about the offer. "You call mom and tell her that, then." I sighed.
I looked at the pasta. I remembered that my friend used to hate pasta. All the good memories from my childhood with him seemed to fly around in my head. "Oh Jeff... I miss you!"
