When we're almost to the school, a boy who looks like a freshman comes and sits by me. He has a cocky grin on his face, and chocolate all over his hands.
"Ew, keep your hands off of me!" I exclaimed, not wanting to ruin my nice cardigan.
"What, these?" he asked, rubbing his hands all over me.
"Oh. My. God. You did NOT!!" I screeched. "How could you?"
The boy just cackled like a evil witch and slinked to the back of the bus.
"Ughhhhh!" This could not be happening.
As soon as we got to school, I rushed to the bathroom and drowned a paper towel in the sink. Then I scrubbed it all over my cardigan, trying to get rid of the brown stains. They didn't quite disappear, but it wasn't too obvious.
Sighing, I left the bathroom and headed to my first period class: history. I hated that class. And to make it even worse, the teacher was a total nutcase.
I slumped down in my seat and took out my notebook.
"Hello, class," said Mrs. Connors. "Today we're gonna have a pop quiz."
The class groaned in unison; I was probably the loudest of them all. A pop quiz? In history? On my birthday?! WHY DID THE WORLD HATE ME?!
The girl in front of me passed back a quiz and I passed another one to the person behind me. Then I took some time to look over the questions. Things didn't look so good.
Sighing, I pulled out a pencil and began to write. This would be the longest 45 minutes of my life.
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Mrs. Connors came around the room, collecting the quizzes. "I'll grade these and get them back to you by the end of class. In the meantime, look over your notes. There'll be a test next Monday."
I took out my notes but I wasn't really paying attention. First a quiz, and now a test? It was Friday. We only had three days to study. And my party was tonight. I would barely have any time to go over these questions!
Soon, Mrs. Connors returned our quizzes. Mine had a big fat F on it. I'd only gotten two of the ten questions right.
Could my life get any worse?
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A/N: Sorry for the boring chapter. The other ones will be better, I promise! And besides, this is just the beginning.😏
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