Good Enough

Chapter 12- Old Friends.

"The Midnight Murderer strikes once again. 27 year old mother of two, Amelia Harding, was viciously murdered at her home last night. The time, I think we all already know that one. Midnight. The vicious assassin has once again left no evidence behind, and there are no witnesses. They are good, and they know it. Due to the fact that there was no note left this time, the police think that this attack was not planned, but sudden. The cops are doing everything they can to stop them, but with such a skilled murderer, the case is becoming more and more difficult to crack. We send our best wishes to the family of Amelia Harding, and hope for the best for her two 'children, Jack, and Renee Harding. This is Melissa Hill reporting to you live from Fox Studios."

The news reporter finishes speaking, and I immediately turn the TV off. I groan internally, as I let out a loud sigh.

Seriously? Again? When will they stop? The cops better catch them soon.

As I look around the room, my eyes land on the clock, and they widen as I see the time. Holy SHIT! I'm gonna be late for class!

I hurriedly run to the door, tripping gracefully on my way there. Note the sarcasm. I Sprint out of the front door, and lock it behind me. I then begin to jog violently to school. I say that because I wouldn't call It running. It's kinda impossible to run in these boots. Brody couldn't pick me up today. His car broke, which means he will also be walking.

At least I'm not the only one suffering.

***

Ugh. What is it, What is it. Come on brain, help me out here.

OH, so now you want me to talk?

Just help me, you cocky little shit!

Now now Natasha, it isn't nice to insult yourself!

Ughhhh, just help me.

Hmm. Let me think...... No.

You little.........

"Alright class, time's up. Put down your pens and stop writing. Nobody speaks untill I have collected in all of the Pop Quiz's," Mr Hallows' deathly voice booms through the classroom.

What! No. I'm not even done!

Tough shit.

OH, so now you decide to speak?

Yes.

I hate you!

I love me too.

Great. Just great. Thanks to all of the drama on the weekend, and my amazing day with Brody, I completely forgot that I had a Pop Quiz in Calculus. Therefore, I didn't revise for it. Which ultimately means that I'm gonna fail it. Why me??

What? I may be a nerd, but that doesn't mean that I don't need to revise for stuff. Don't be so stereotypical.

As Mr Hallows approaches my desk, and grabs my sheet, I am brought away from my trail of thoughts. I glare at my test held firmly in Mr Hallows' grip, as he walks back to his table.

That right there. Is my first failure.

***

"Hey," Brody says breathlessly as he manages to catch up with me.

"Hey," I answer joyfully. I slow down, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"So," he begins, "Are you walking home, or driving?," Brody asks me.

Seriously. Did he really just ask me that. He doesn't give me a ride every morning for nothing.

"No shit Sherlock," I reply sarcastically.