Behind the Mask

Chapter Four: Lies, Lies and oh let me guess LIES

Thank you for checking it out sorry this chapter was later uploaded than i wanted but i had company over last week! But i hope i can write at least two more chapters before school starts back up again and steals away my time! Lol enjoy! this chapter is just a bit more serious and less well funny than the others. ENJOY!

Chapter 4: Lies Lies and more oh let me guess Lies

I pushed my way out of the cafeteria. I was aghast at how easy the words flowed. It made me feel powerful; the feeling that I could make a real difference in the way this school was run.

Again I was at a loss of where to go or do. I will admit one thing James was right that I could raise a lot of hell, just minus him. My next teacher was Mrs. Holler and that was one class I was truly looking forward to. She was my Algebra Two teacher my most hated subject for the most hated teacher. How perfect and now that I was the new badass Isabel this class might be actually tolerable.

I swear Mrs. Holler had it out for me. Even as I just sat there answering any questions that she asked me. But it seemed that no matter if I answered it right she was offended that I dare submit such an answer.

I waltzed into the class room like I owned the place. I was going all out maybe even a little much. But hey I was going to milk it and have one hell of a time.

I headed towards my usual seat in the back but instead of sitting at the desk I sat on it. It was Mrs. Holler’s pet peeve. I leaned against the wall propping my feet against another desk.

Just then Ben and Alice walked in hand in hand. Ben gave me an excited grin Alice just looked like she was in the middle of a criminal act. She would warm up eventually she did say she would help me.

“Attempting to raise hell?” Ben asked not even he was daring enough to mess with Mrs. Holler.

“Oh hell will be raised then freeze over.” I laughed.

 A little “Achem.” Interrupted our conversation I knew who it was almost instantly, Mrs. Holler.

“Yes Mrs. Holler?” I asked using my most innocent childlike voice. I turned to her, it wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty or anything. She just had it out for high school age teens. It always surprised me how teachers can hate kids yet they still teach! It was a question I don't think I will ever be able to answer. Unless I became I teacher which that I did not see in my future.

“Sit in your seat Ms. Jones. You know I dislike that.” She said in an actually somewhat nice tone.

“Yes Mrs. Holler.” I said sweetly sitting in my seat. Once she walked away Ben whisper yelled at me.

“Did you chicken out!?” Alice looked like that was what she was hoping I had. But Alice knows me way better than that.

“God no, I need to give her false sense of security.” I replied slyly.

“Okay class we are going to be working on,” Mrs. Holler began. But I swiftly interrupted her by throwing my hand up in the air.

“Yes Ms. Jones?” she asked.

“Do we have to learn?” I asked my voice dead serious. A few people snorted in disbelief.

“What?” Mrs. Holler asked shaking her head. It seemed more as if she was confused rather than angry. Well that was about to change, soon.

“Do we have to learn? It seems really pointless, math. Doesn’t it?” I asked looking around the room. A few daring people nodded in agreement. “Like seriously when will we ever use it in real life? Yeah addition, subtraction, multiplication occasionally division I will use. But come on most math is very much useless to the average person.”

Mrs. Holler just stared at me her jaw to the ground. Not many kids dared mess with Mr. Burns let alone touch the Holler. Her icy blue eyes glaring into mine they slowly built up anger.

“Ms. Jones, you insult me. My profession math plays a big part in everything.”

“Yes but why do I need to learn it. I could really care less, I'm no math freak.” I replied dryly looking at my nails.

“Get out.” She hissed. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

“Whatever you want Holler.” I laughed grabbing my stuff but I paused at the door. “P.S math sucks.” I smiled before closing the door. I swear to god she was going to incinerate me with her glare. For the second time of the day and my life I headed to the principal’s office.

I made my way through all the hallways towards the office. When I opened the door Mr. Lebo was already waiting.

“Hey, Lebo.” I smiled walking into his office. I plopped back into the chair I sat in earlier.

“Ms. Jones it seems you have caused a lot of chaos. So you are going to be sent home along with another week’s detention.” He said not even looking me in the eye. He didn’t want a confrontation. Oh I was building a rep in a day, sweet.

“Your mother has been called and is on her way I suggestion you go collect your things your homework will be ready in the office tomorrow.” He shuffled some papers then turned away a silent dismissal.

“See you tomorrow Lebo.” I said getting up. I tossed my messenger over my shoulder and left his office.

“Hello Isabel.” Ms. Allen said.

“Hey,” I replied sheepishly.

“Building your rep?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.” I smiled biting my lip before slipping into the hallway. Guess I can’t meet Cameron after fourth, rain check needed. I slipped out my iphone from my pocket I had to have Cameron’s number around here somewhere. Haha found it, I quickly typed out the text.

Isabel: Sorry got busted by the Holler c u tomorrow! :P

I clicked the phone shut I opened my locker. At least four notes fell out onto the floor, kneeling I collected them. Hm, guess I have something to read later. I shoved the notes into my pocket grabbing another couple things from my locker.

I began walking to the front of the school to wait and face the wrath of my mom. But for once I wasn’t scared of my mother. She had lied to me after all those years of shoving the ‘don't lie’ down my throat.

I sat on the front steps of my school waiting for her to pull up. I pulled out my iphone plugging in my ear buds. Blow by Ke$ha rolled through the buds, I bobbed my head along with the song. Not even a minute into the song my mom pulled up. The old Honda pilot was still on when she stormed from the car.     

“Two week’s detention!” she cried.

“So?” I sneered pulling the head phones from my ears. I had my helmet in my other hand.

“Since when do you get detention?” she asked blocking my path. I have no clue what my dad looks like. I look too much like my mom only slight differences. But I did at least get his height, my mom is only like 5’2 I'm 5’6. She had the same golden blonde hair only shorter, but she can barely tan. I tan like I'm from California.  

“Since I felt like it.”

“Don't you lie to me Isabel Rose Jones.” She yelled her French accent peeking out. Yes as far as I know both my real parents didn’t grow up in the U.S. My mother grew up in Normandy France. Her French accent loosed throughout her years in America.

“Don't lie to me?” I laughed oh how ironic. “You lied to me for months! So don't get on me for lying. Reality check mom lying doesn’t open doors it just closes them. Do you see my real dad any where?” I knew bringing up my real dad was dangerous territory. But I was sick of her lying. After years of her telling me nothing about him not even his name I game up.

I shoved past her yanking on my helmet. She just let me pass her, she looked lost. As if she didn’t know what to do any more. She stood there one hand on her belly and another in a pitiful attempt to reach out for me.

“Don't expect me home for dinner.” I said no emotion in my voice before sliding the visor down and straddling my bike. I kicked the bike to life and tore from the high school parking lot. I was sick of her lies and I was going to weed them all out. Maybe starting with my dad.