The first day of school. . . . Damn.
School is never easy for me. I mean I love school, but I hate the kids that come with it. They separate into cliques and fight one another. Over turfs, popularity, respect, etc. But it's High school. A place of learning, growing, and figuring out. But these motherfuckers here just be fucking shit up.
So here I am. Maxine Holt. 14-year-old 11th grader. I skipped 3rd and 4th, and my birthday's in late August. Most people expect me to be this little girl that uses words like colloquialism (bet you don't know what that means). I mean, I will in a argument, just to confuse the debater, but other than that I don't give a fuck.
I'm very mature for my age, physically and mentally. I were a 36 C bra, and have an ad-normally curvy body. I think I get it from my mom, she was black and mixed with Dominican. My dad is Irish. And who I get my intellects from, and my grey eyes, but sadly, I have to ware glasses. I have very curly dark hair. And badge skin color.
Most people don't like me. . .Because I'm smarter then them. But I don't care all that much. Although I do enjoy making people look idiotic.
BLRING!
The first period bell went off. I had physics first. Not my favorite, but it is interesting. Walking down the 11th grade hallway when you're 14, is like wearing all white in at funeral. Their faces twisted in confusion as their eyes fell upon me.
"Maxine Holt, I thought I got rid of you in 5th grade," a voice boomed down the hallway, a voice I knew oh too well.
Sutton Mayfield. Half time Quarterback of the varcity team. Part time idiot. Full time Dipstick.
People parted for him to walk down the hallway, like Moses and the Red Sea. He wore black jeans and a white T-shirt under his red and black varcity jacket.
"Did you hear me, shrewd?" His bright blue eyes stared into mine, with a smirk that played on his lips like chess. "Aw, did you learn a new word, just for me?" I clutched my book to my chest and cocked my head with the most forged smile ever.
His smirk fell. "You're are such a bitch," he growled. I sighed heavily. "I'ma bitch, cause you're a bitch. Now bitch, please move your bitch ass out the way so I can get to my bitch ass class," I stated, not waiting for him to move. I simply brushed pass him.
"Wait," I heard him call. I spun on my heel. "What?" I rolled my eyes. He gave me the most scary look ever. He leaned back letting his brown curly hair fall into his eyes and bit his lip, with something in his eyes.
"What?" I repeated, with a little less confidence. "I'll talked to you later," he turned around and walked away. Everyone around me was just as baffled as I was.
~~~~~~ In Physics~~~~~
"Today we will be talking about matter," Mr. Walker wrote it on the board. "Can anyone tell me what that is?" everyone groaned in response. I looked around before raising my hand. Mr. Walker raised an eyebrow at me.
"Who are you?" he pushed up his glasses. "I might ask," he added. "Um, Maxine," I gave him a two figure wave. "Um, the answers are liqui, solid, gas, and plasma," I answered. They groaned again.
"Huh," he grinned. "Correct," he nodded.
For the rest of the class, it seemed Mr. Walker was staring at me, smirking. . . Weird. I exchanged my books in my locker and stalked to my next class.
Throughout the day was me answering questioned and getting looks from the other kids. They weren't going to answer them anyway. So now I'm in my last class of today, English literature. YAY!
