Chapter 1. Simple
"Marley? Marley?" Mrs Kennedy called my name from the front of the room.
I was in my usual spot at the back of the class, attempting to get some sleep through the constant chatter! How could anyone be bothered having a conversation at this time in the morning?
"Marley Collins!" Man that lady can yell.
I looked up lazily, pushing my straight black hair out of my face. Mrs Kennedy gave me the *Why can't you just listen for once?* look that is all to familiar.
"At your service" I smiled back at her.
We both knew the drill, she pointed to the door and I pranced off to the principles office.
"Ahh Marley, it's early so you were either late, sleeping in class or you've broken something. Which is it?" Principle Freeman asked, looking at me over his glasses.
Dave is a nice dude, I also appreciated the fact that he now knew my tendencies so I never really have to go into detail, I just pick an option.
"Sleeping sir" I said as I sat back in the lazy boy he had in his office.
"Can't you stay awake for one whole class Marley? Not that I don't enjoy the constant visits from you" He stated sarcastically, although he does genuinely like me.
"I try! And it's not like I get bad grades or anything? Dave come on skip the lecture and send me back" I said really not in the mood to be told about my flaws.
"I'm sorry kiddo" I hated when he called me that.
"I called your father and we've been discussing some options" his voice went low.
"What kind of options?" I was pissed now, if my dad was involved that means I'm gonna have to talk about myself and my feelings. I know the complete opposite of what you'd expect, but he's always been open about thing and I.. I haven't.
"A camp... For troubled youth" He said getting up out of his chair, walking to the front of the desk and sitting on the corner.
"Fuck off" I replied sharply, wishing I stayed awake during first period. Anything to avoid this.
"Marley I really think you should consider it, you can't keep doing this to yourself"
There we go, it was only a matter of time before he brought this up.
"Why do I get the feeling were not talking about sleeping in class anymore?" I asked, anger present in my voice.
I was finding it hard not to hit something, my fists clenched up. He had no right to talk to me about this, no one did!
I was tempted to run out of there as I felt the tears building.
"We can't ignore what happened, and neither can you, I'm sorry but your fathers word is final Marley. You going to TYH" His words were stern and I knew this was serious.
The anger from before faded and I sat there in silence. By now I would've lashed out yelling, swearing, I might've thrown something for dramatic effect. But the room remained intact and I was still, I felt empty.
"Can I leave now?" I asked quietly, not meeting his eyes.
He must've still been in shock that all hell hadn't broke loose, eventually dismissing me.
When I returned to class Mrs Kennedy kept watching me awkwardly, obviously not used to me being awake and quiet.
