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Today is the first day of real school. Even though it's a short day That's good tho lol
Fun. I decided to wear a black sports bra, a gray tank top(both in picture) my black leggings and completely black converse. I put on some winged eyeliner and false lashes, and was out the door. (I made a quick detour to Starbucks)
Might as well check out my schedule. Period 1- English Miss J.Rogers Period 2-French Miss C.Abel Period 3-Gym Mister C.Hood Period 4-Art Mister L.Payne Period 5-Science Miss K. Chu Period 6-Lunch
Period 7-English Help Miss A Cambury Period 8-Global Mister M.Clifford Period 9-Math Miss P.Falco
not excited tbh. * * * * *
Well, I'm back in hell for yet another painful year.
Into Mrs. Rogers lovely class. Ah the smell of death and feet. Fun.
Okay so Mrs.Rogers basically just looks like a giant raisin. She's also 67 and has 4 cats. So.. yeah.
"I see a few familiar faces in this class. There is an essay due tomorrow on... um... fish I guess? Start working."
An essay? On the first day?? Are you shitting me Mrs Rogers?
Okay so we're like halfway through class and this jock named Devon just stands up and throws a trash can at this girl named KP. A TRASH CAN. A FUCKING TRASH CAN. AT HER HEAD. HER. HEAD.
Mrs Rogers LOSES HER SHIT. SHE IS LOSING SO MUCH SHIT THAT SHE IS BURNING A HOLE THROUGH THE FLOOR WITH HER SHIT.
"WHAT THE FUCK DEVON?" she screams. "YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SICK OF ALL YOUR LITTLE BRATS SHIT!" and she storms out.
* * * * *
5 minutes later, in comes the principal. "KP is at the hospital getting stitches, Devon is being restrained in my office, and Mrs. Rogers just quit." I shuffled in my seat.
He clears his throat. "We have a new teacher coming, and for the students I talked to yesterday about special help in English, he will also be doing that. Mrs. Cambury heard about the incident today and immediately quit. Great job guys."
I choked on air (because why not) and one of my lovely classmates decided to throw a textbook at me. (Again,why not) I quickly jumped out of my seat, which resulted in me falling on the principal.
"Brianna, I'll escort you to your next class.I think it's been a rough day for you."
"Thanks Dr.Lamato." I shyly smiled and he nodded his head.
Next class. French.
Same kid that threw the textbook at me was also in my French class. Just a great school.
"Good morning class, my name is Miss Abel, and I will be your Francè teacher. "
The rest of the day was kind of a blur. As soon as I got home I asked my mom about English.
"Mom do you know who my English teacher is?"
"Your English teacher? Hmm... yes I think so, oh yes I do! They called to tell me what happened. His name is Mr.Urchin." She smiled.
