"What the hell are you doing in my office?!" Oh sweet holy Lord. I am way too scared to turn around. I knew Mr. Stricker was staring me down. I turned around very slowly to find his cold beady eyes staring at me so intensely I thought they would pierce right through me. "Care to tell me what in the World you're doing in my office at 3 in the morning?!" He asked-yelled. "I could ask the same to you." Wrong answer. His confused gaze quickly morphed into an angry glare.
He looked around the room and his eyes widened as he saw what was on the walls surrounding him. "Oh my gosh. Rosalia Sanchez! Do you think this is funny?! Like some kind of sick joke?!!!" I have never seen him this mad. If looks could kill, I'd be 10 feet underground. "Miss Sanchez, you have been suspended for a week effective immediately! Now get out of my office, and take your trash with you!!!!"
I went out to the parking lot to find that Cody's truck was no longer there. Perfect. I was so mad at him if he were here I'd punch his (gorgeous) face. Worse still, my house was a 30 minute walk from here! Amazing.
As I was walking home, I remembered I still had my phone. I was going to call a taxi, but I didn't have any money on me. So I opened my music app and shuffled my songs. Beat it by Michael Jackson started playing. I didn't have my earphones so I just played the music through the speakers on my phone.
When I got home I unlocked the door and slowly tried to tiptoe up the stairs, but they were so frickin' creaky. Damn you loud stairs. I finally got up to my room and checked the time. 3:49. I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep. I eventually fell asleep, my mind still racing about what was going to happen tomorrow.
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Case Cracker
AdventureThings were going great with my next door neighbour/ guy I secretly liked/ best friend. As the official bad boy of the school, he set up a bunch of senior pranks to leave high school in a memorable way. So even though we had exams in less than 2 wee...
