Help Me Help You

Chapter 1- Welcome Back To Hell

  I tossed all of the foam into the trash can and dug inside my messy locker for my first period books, Spanish. I dreaded Spanish! The teacher, Mrs. Rivera, doesn't even like me! I get scolded for everything and I even got an 'F' on a well deserved 'C'! That's Bull!

  I sighed deeply and walked down the empty hallways and upstairs to my class. I hopped in right when the bell rang. "You're late, Ms. Taylor." Mrs. Rivera said in an annoyed voice. Chuckles broke through the class as I rolled my eyes and took a seat in the front row.

  We didn't have desk, we had long tables to fit 3 people. The people sitting at my table was the smarties. In this school, they were just average, never bullied or anything. They were just like everyone else, always avoiding me. They even made fun of me! But it was one of those smart people jokes that only my siblings will understand.

  I rose my hand for every question I knew, never got called on. When I didn't know the answer, that's when I was called. "Do your parents tell you anything about your homework?!" She yelled at me with her hard to understand, Spanish accent.

 "I do my homework! You just always lose it!" I yelled back, finally tired of her stuff.

  "I'm writing a referral!" She yelled back. "For insubbortination! Go to the Principals office and I will call your father." She said. My jaw dropped.

 "No, no, no, please! Don't call my dad!" I said, my throat had a huge lump in it. My dad will surly beat me till I'm half dead. She rolled her eyes and filled out the referral. I sighed, everyone chuckling around me.

  "Little goth girl doesn't want her 'Daddy' to know?" One guy, Tristen, said. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

  "You know what? The world would be a much better place if you just shut up and keep your stupid comments to yourself." I spat at him.

  "And the world would be a better place if you would just die already." He said. I looked over at the teacher who was just standing by the door watching.

  "He said a threat, doesn't he get a referral for that?" I said. She shrugged.

  "I didn't hear anything." She said. My jaw dropped. Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me. I swear to God, if I could, I would just hit a button and make everyone suffer from a shark raping attack right now. "Mrs. Taylor. Office. Now." She said sternly, waiting by the open door. I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag. The class broke out in chatter and laughs as I exited the room. I took a deep breath as the teacher closed the door, leaving me alone in the hall wall. I groaned, kicking the dingy wall as hard as I could, out of anger. I really hate this school.

  I dragged myself back down the stairs, to the office. The gym teacher, Coach HardWood, glared at me, soon to approach me. Not this food freak again. "Shouldn't you be in class, Ms. Taylor?" She said, sternly. I swear I felt the ground move in each heavy breath she took. I sighed to myself.

  "Look here, see this?" I said, holding the referral in her face. "I'm off the hook, now you can go back and eat your donuts, okay?" I said, mumbling the last part. 

  "Okay, don't do any funny business though." She said, in a warning voice. I walked past her.

  "What am I going to do, take all of the Twinkies from the snack machine?" I asked, her, ignoring her comments. I went to the recieptionest, AKA, 'the lady in the box. She was the only one through-out the whole school who I liked. She was an average height brunette in her mid twenties.

  "Hey Naomi, what's up?" She asked. I sighed and showed her the referral. She sighed. "Rough day back at school, aye?" She asked, her Irish accent strong to hear. I nodded. "Well, all you can do is pray, right?" I nodded. She hit a button she had on a panel, opening the Principal's office. I thanked her and trudged off to the nicely furnished office. I poked my head through the large maple door, seeing my principal on his laptop. He looked up at me, his glasses slowly slipping off his nose bridge. He nodded his head for me to come in. I slowly walked in, quietly closing the door behind me. I then walked to the large leather chair in the middle of the office, settling down.

  "Had a nice Christmas, Mr. H?" I asked him, giving him a fake smile, hoping for him to go easy on me. Don't get me wrong, Mr. H is a cool guy, he just has his moments.

  "Actually, yes." He said, taking off his glass. Yes, he is in a good mood. "but, Naomi, it's the first day back from Christmas break and your already in trouble?" He asked, folding his hands.

  "I didn't do anything wrong, I promise." I said, handing him the referral. He put his glasses on and read the referral. He soon took them back off, folding them and placing it on the corner of his desk next to his family pictures.

  "You got into it AGAIN with Mrs. Rivera?" He asked.

  "All I said was, 'You always lose my homework', which you know also." I told him. He nodded and leaned back in his chair.

  "So why would she put 'insubordination'?" He asked.

  "Because she asked me on a question that I didn't know and I didn't answer because I didn't want to be laughed at again in front of the entire class." I spoke honestly. He nodded.

 "I'll let you off with a warning, okay." He said. I smiled and nodded happily. I reached over and gave him a large hug.

  "Thank you Mr. H!" I said, hopping up from the chair. He chuckled lightly.