'Cause We Can

Princesses & Bandages [8]

Idk when I'm gonna publish this it's a Thursday night and I'm supposed to be sleeping but I can't so yeah ;) Actually it will probably take me more than one night to finish this bc I will probably fall asleep in the middle of writing it (which ALWAYS happens). Idk why I'm saying that hehe. ok ok I just realised ppl can't send me their covers and stuff so if u have Instagram just send it to my fan account @wingxrdium.leviosa and I will dedicate this to u but write ur wattpad username down with it otherwise I'll flip. Yes I get angry easily ok READ.

Chapter 8: Princess & Bandages

~Amber's POV~

It feels eerily quiet walking in the deserted park. This is my shortcut to get home and today I get home later because I got a detention from my maths teacher. Apparently I swore at her but I really don't think I did.

"Miss Roberts, what is the answer?" Miss Elsie asked me.

I was practically falling asleep and didn't know what we were doing.

"Huh?" I asked groggily.

"Don't 'huh' me young lady. My goodness, teenagers lack respect these days." She tuts and that's when my cheeks turned red. With anger.

"Ha. Disrespect? Adults treat kids like dirt. Bloody hell, what's gotten you panties in a twist? Did your boyfriend break up with you? Not surprised. Wait...you probably don't have a boyfriend do you?" I smirked at her when I saw the look of shock and anger on her face. She looked like a constipated pig, not gonna lie.

This time her cheeks went red.

"DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL. GET OUT OF MY LESSON! I SHALL BE INFORMING YOUR PARENTS." She screamed at me.

I snort and roll my eyes.

"Parent. Not parents, parENT. Only one. Ha, no wonder you're a maths teacher, you don't even know the difference between your singulars and your plurals." And then I walked out of the classroom without a care in the world. It's a good excuse to get out of maths.

I could hear her stuttering echo in the corridor and sigh in satisfaction. Detention is a good way to fall asleep.

I did have a good sleep in detention. I was awoken by the teacher shouting at me and shaking me. I am an extremely deep sleeper, if a fire alarm went off during the middle of the night I would probably die because I was sleeping and didn't hear it.

CRACK.

I suddenly whip my head round. What was that noise? Usually the park is empty at this time. I tighten the straps on my backpack and dig my hands deep into my pockets.

CRACK.

Something is out there and it's going to kill me.

CRACK.

I am definitely going to die.

CRACK.

I wonder what coffin I will get at my funeral?

CRACK.

Hopefully white marble. Oh, and I'd like a ring of rainbow fire please.

CRACK.

Wait...I haven't even written my will yet!

CRACK.

I can't die now! Who can I trust my beloved secret stash of Cheetos my auntie brought me all the way from Canada?!

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Holy shit better start forming the will in my mind and hope for the best that my telepathy skills aren't too rusty to send to my family and friends.