The Creek

Chapter One

Sarah sat in her boring old class as she waited for her teacher, Mrs.Platt, to stop her blabbering.

No, she couldn't find one possible way it would be important to know what shape a stop sign is, or what the perimeter of their school field was. What she found important was imagination, it's the equivalent of money, it takes you on holiday any time and any where, if you don't have a castle? A Ferrari? Your imagination can whip you up one in no time!

But a hexagon can't.

"Miss. Roux?" Her teacher called out her name, "yes?" She asked, irritated, she was in the middle of a episode of Super Girl, her favorite one. See, her imagination can play her tv shows anytime and anywhere, just like a TV could, only better, considering you can tweak it in her head, say her friend dies? In your head, he could simply be on a beach off coast. And you can design the characters differently, what if Super Girl looks better with purple hair? Poof. In her head, she can have purple hair.

"Miss. Roux!" Shouted her teacher again, apparently she had asked a question, a useless math question.

"I don't know ma'am." She said, slightly rude.

"What did you say?" Asked her teacher, almost daring her to repeat herself.

"I said, I don't know! Of I did, don't you think my hand would be up? I DONT KNOW!" she shouted, she knew it was unnecessary, but her anger and irritation took the best of her.

She got sent to the principal. No surprise.

"Wonderful to see you again, Miss. Roux, I have bad news to tell you." The term 'bad news' never bothered her.

"I'm calling your parents after our conversation." She simply smirked at her principal.

"Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Don, tell my parents I say hi." She flicked her legs up onto the desk, not caring of the consequences, considering life is barely a passage, not the final destination, so why not live it? Live it in a way so that its impossible to forget about it when you pass on to the next passage to the end.

"Ah, yes, sure, but I must tell you, the board has, um, decided, that I have to, um, I'm sorry, but you are expelled...." He always cared for her too much, cared for everyone too much, he cared too much for the waitress at McDonalds when we went their for their last meeting, considering she almost burned down or more like, half burned down Mr. Don's office. But that's another story.

"That's it?" She asked.
Not caring whether it was or wasn't.
"Yes." Said Mr. Don.

He stared down at the floor "I'm calling your parents now." He said, as if Sarah cared.

"Ok." She said as she stood up, slumped her bag on her back and said "don't forget to say hi from me."
And she stormed out of the room.

But enough of this, it's time to hear her, it's her story after all.