"Reba."
"Here."
"Rider."
"Here."
"Rodriguez"
"Here"
"Royale."
"..."
"Royale?... Piper Royale?... Is she late again?" Droned Mrs. Hennowitz, the most BORING teacher EVER. "I think she's skipping!" Chimed Arnold Freedman, the most ANNOYING thing to EVER walk this earth. "Shut the hell up Arnie!" I yelled as I slammed through the door." Just because your Hello Kitty alarm clock always works, doesn't mean mine does." Everyone let out a little laugh as Arnie turned bright red and I took my seat behind Chelsea Henderson, only my BEST-EST friend EVER. "Glad you could join us." Chelsea said as I pulled my notebook from my bag. "Tis an honor m'lady!" We both let out a giggle. "Girls! Enough already can we start class or not?" Mrs.Hennowitz glared at me, like she always does. I glared right back and blew her a kiss. She gave me that stink eye that adults always give when you do something they really hate, and me being the perfect child I always am, made a kissey face and pointed to my ass.
Luckily, she didn't give me detention, seems she's used to my bullshit by now. Today she thought it would be fun to 'teach' us how to act like "proper young men and women", seeing as how we had already finished the curriculum for this week.
"Ms.Royale, would you please step to the front?" Mrs.Hennowitz called out, and surprisingly enough, I did as I was told for once. I stood in front of the class and looked at the teacher. "Alright I'm here, now what?" I asked genuinely curious. "Now, you will act as the class model for proper technique and execution of manners." Hennowitz answered. "Execution? Like the dude with the black mask that chops people's heads off?" I asked, trying to not let my sarcastic tone show too much. Hennowitz sighed, "Piper, why don't you try being a little less...you for once?" Offended, I responded "at least I can help how I look." I didn't even look at her as I went back to my seat. Chelsea gave me her 'that was bad Piper, really bad' look and I sighed. "What's the worst she can do? Give me detention?
LATER that day in detention....
"This blows." I mumbled under my breathe, glancing at the "Detention Instructor" (give me a break), hoping he didn't hear me. He really needed to shave his mustache. It was turning white on the edges so he looked more like a nazi than an "Instructor" (cue another cringe worthy groan). I rolled my eyes as that creepy kid from my lunch period stared at me, making the heart shape with his hands, sending a shiver down my spine (and not in a good way). Gross, I thought. Hennowitz can insult me no problem, but say one thing to her and now I'm stuck with Adolf Hitler the Third, and the makings of an episode of "My Serial Stalker". moving my chair away from that Silence of the Lambs looking weirdo, I began to fall asleep. I could feel myself slipping through that thin veil that curtains reality from SleepyTimeFunLand, when I swear to you, the teacher said "NO SLEEP FOR YOU." images of Jerry Springer's Soup Nazi flooded my head as I used the most self control I ever had, to keep myself from laughing. Detention continued on surprisingly uneventfully, aside from giving me time to draw all over my arm (I'm kinda into doodling all over my left arm). Creepsville seemed to get the same idea and was writing love letters to me on his arm; "want 2 go get lunch?", "r u free tmrw?" , "let me show u my basmnt."
"FREEDOM!" I yelled as I literally burst out of the building, followed by several ouches, shits, and goddammits as I fell down the long staircase that leads out from the school. I landed at the bottom, on my ass. "Great day to wear a skirt huh?" I stood up and dusted off my plaid skirt and legs. "And who are you talking to this time?" I froze at the sound of the voice, and looked down shyly. "N-nothing. I mean. Ughhhhhhh. No one. C-can I just... Bye." I tried to get away, but she stopped me. "Where are you going? The car is the other way." She gave me a warm smile. "B...but you know I walk." I stampered, desperately trying to escape this situation of (the closest thing I'll ever get to) intimacy. "Piper, come on, I'm trying to be nice here. Just let me." She said sweetly, killing me. "Thanks... But I'll jus- HEY PUT ME DOWN! THIS IS NOT HOW YOU PICK UP GIRLS!" I was picked up halfway through my sentence and lowered into the passenger seat of a 2016 , steel grey, Dodge Challenger convertible. I glared at her and crossed my arms. I looked out the side window as she started the car and drove to my
house(which is over 6 miles from the school), trying to hide my smile. We talked for a bit, and nothing really exciting seemed to happen at first. "Hey Em?" I asked.
"Yeah? What's up Pipe?"
"You remember last summer?"
"OMG NOOOOO! We don't talk about that!" She said laughing.
