The Rebel

Ch. 15 Friday

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I woke up on Friday, exhausted. I got up, went to the garage and opened the washing machine.

"Woahh... I thought I put my soccer stuff in the washing machine last night. Damn."

I go to my duffel bag and get my shorts, jersey, and socks, and go back to the garage.

"Alright I'll put it in now and I'll put it in the dryer after my shower."

I take my phone out of the charger, put on some music and shower.

After my shower, I play more music as I brush my teeth and put on boxers simultaneously.

I then go to the garage in my boxers and take my stuff out of the washing machine. I then put them into the dryer. I walk into my room to get pants, shoes, socks, and a tank top. I take them to the bathroom.

I apply lotion and then get dressed. I wear a white tank top with black pants, white socks, and my Air Forces.

I go to the living room to back my duffel bag. I bring my phone charger in case my phone dies before the soccer game.

When the dryer finishes, I put on my jersey, stuff everything else into by bag, along with my cleats, and leave.

I walk to the bus stop and I see my neighbor's mom about to drive him to school.

"Hi Darnell!" They both say
"Hi."

I get to the bus stop and put my stuff down. I then take out my geometry homework that I didn't do the night before.

"Hmm.. Scale factor of triangle XYZ to triangle MNP is 1 to 2.5 and idk the rest. I'll ask Jeff in first period."
"Who are you talking to?" Says one of the 7th graders.
"Who the fuck do you think? Stop being so damn nosy."

She stops talking. The bus stops and I get on last.

I sit down in seat 18 and do my homework.

"Hmm.. If AB/DE is congruent to BC/EF, then how is Angle A congruent to Angle C? Oh wait, angle A isn't supposed to be congruent to angle C. Oh I crack myself up. Ha ha ha."

The bus stops and everyone gets off at school. I walk into the gym and sit down. I see Jeff walk in and I ask him about number 16.

"I don't know, I skipped that one."
"Ugh!! You're such a bad student. You should've done it."
"Whatever."

Dr. Rice dismisses us and I walk to Mr. White's room.

"Hello Mr. White."
"Hello, that one student that looks like Fetty Wap."
"What?"
"Your school photos from last month. Remember how that one eye is messed up?"
"Ugh."

I walk away and go to Class. I walk in and see a sub. I immediately go on the opposite side of where my seat is and sit down.

Class starts after a few minutes.

"Class, I know this is not your regular seats. Please move to them."
"How would you know?"
"Because I'm looking at the seating chart and I see that you're not Anne."

Everyone gets their stuff and moves to their seats.

"Ok, your teacher left these packets for you to do."