Acceptance.

Presentation.

"Everyone, please stay quiet while Miss Patricia Stewart presents the result of her hard work." The teacher announced as I cringed slightly in my highly uncomfortable chair.

No one else had finished their presentation but me. I was going to be the laughing stock for being an intellectual. I hated the class and I really fucking hated the kids.

I'm not a nerd, I just don't want to experience a fifth year of highschool. Four years is enough for me. Four years is enough for any sane person.

Four is enough.

"Give me one reason why I should. It's not like she'll pay it off." A boy announced smirking evilly while I stood up taller, I couldn't help but feel insulted.

"If I pay attention would you wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my dick for me?" He chuckled and the class burst into laughter. What was so funny about sexual harassment?

Mr. Bronze was the only person in the room who did not laugh at me.

I had enough of the harassment though. Three years of insults and they never stopped

They never end.

"Sure, Meet me after school at four pm, babe." I replied sounding completely drained of emotions.

Everyone shut up and the body who had made the joke, nodded his head while smirking. The boy took that as an invitation.