That girl that sits at the back of the classroom and doesn't care about anyone... yea, that's me. The girl that everyone thinks she has good grades and is an honor roll A+ star student; honey in your dreams. Yea, that's me, the girl that is waiting for the day that Ms. Green tones her annoying cheerleading coach voice down. Or the day the "cool" kids in the back learn how to shut their mouths and just stay in their seats. Can sophomore year get any worse? Or right, it's just the beginning.
"Brooklyn, may you tell me why did Japan were with Germany in the beginning of the war?" Why out all people she decides to choose me? There are 15 other kids with their hands up. Is she blind?
"Because..." there goes the bell.
Running out of that class before she can even ask me to stay and answer the question.
History was never my favorite subject, and it will never be. They are all dead anyways; why should I care? School is hard; no matter what people say, school is hard. Especially for me, little things annoy me. Teachers that just give you papers and think you are going to learn the assignment just by reading it. Teachers that talk so much that make you want to cut your ears off and feed it to the wild foxes up in the wild mountains. Even teachers that don't teach anything and expect you get an A+ on their next quiz which is tomorrow on Chapter 11 that we only learned in one day of a 45 minute class period with 8 sections that have 5 full pages on each.
Then you have those parents that think it's easy to get a 100 on your report card. Or think that you aren't tired because all you do is go to is school. Teenagers get tired like every other human being on this earth.
No one can just seem to understand.
My day went by in a flash. But still I have 97 days of school left. But who's counting? Oh, that's right; I am. Stupid me! Finally Biology, the class of failure and disappointment and annoying ass drug addicted mofos.
Ms. Noble was handing our quizzes back. Yes of course the children that understand this class receive a 90 or an 100; and me, I received an 85... not so bad for a CP student. Actually that's great for a CP student! Maybe I can show my mother or family and they might appreciate what I did. Or they might not care cause I'm not as perfect as the honor children.
"Hey Brook, wait up!" I hear my friend Sidney calling out. I only have one good best friend, her name is Heather but she attends high school in a different district because her mother decided to move. Thank god I still text her everyday and see her once in a while, but not as much as I did before. Sometimes I beg her mom to moving back to Westfield High but her mother refuses. She states that she doesn't have any money, but I know that is a lie. Of course it's a lie, you don't have money for a house, but you have money for new brand clothes and shoes and all that crap, it's bullshit.
"Hey Brook, want to walk with me home? I can have my mother make that Tuna Sandwich you like!" I just met Sidney last year, and we have many things in common but I never really counted her as my best friend. I already have one, why should I replace Heather for Sidney? That can never happen.
"Yeah sure. Let me just ask my mother." My mother changed ever since she had this new boyfriend. Never seem to give a shit of what I tell her ever since she been dating her new boyfriend. But I just don't mind anymore. Nobody cares, why should I?
