Faking It?

Tamron, Tam-rohn

"Yes Dad," I ask cheerfully.

He sighs, "What did I say, about hitting your fellow pupils,"he asks.

I shrug "I wouldn't know, I never listen to you half the time," I reply.

He lets out another sigh, before mumbling something around the edges of "There's no winning with you,"but I wouldn't know, I don't listen to him half the time.

"Just please, keep the punching to a minimum," he begs.

"Fine," I say rolling my eyes at the sight of the desperate thirty year old man as I walk up the stairs. So what if I did punch Camille because she called me trailer trash, I mean any other day, I would've listened to Kitty and walked away, but I was having a bad day.
So long story short sparing the gory (Not Really) details, let's just say I weaseled for my way into detention.

\*\*\*\*\*The next day\*\*\*\*\*\*
"TAMPON," I yelled jumping onto his back. With his fast reflexes he catches me and I let out a loud "Whoop."
"Iris, would you stop, people are staring, and by the way, my name is Tamron, Tam-rohn," he whisper shouts, emphasizing the name.
"Oh, right we wouldn't want anyone staring at us," I say sarcastically to my bud well ,I call him that, but the feeling isn't mutual on his side of the ship. I hop off his back, and head to my locker. I open it and grab my sketch book and my crayons.
Then, I go to one of my favorite hiding places, the janitor's closet. I turn to a blank page, and just scribble out a large rose. Then, I start
coloring it purple, making the shades of purple lighter, and lighter, until it was hot pink.
I smile as I look back at my awesome work. Just as I finished my picture Gary came in. Gary is the head janitor (and the only janitor) who just happens to reside in my favorite hiding spot.
"Hey sweetheart," he says reaching over me to grab his mop and bucket. "Hey Gary," I reply cheekily. "Nice picture," he says. I smile in reply. Then my eyes wander over to the supplies he grabbed,"Tar fish Thursday," I ask. "You know it," he replies.
I hop up with my supplies, dust myself off, and leave the closet. Too bad for Gary. He has to clean up all that vomit alone. I told him to hire people other than him. Well I thought it. Oh well.
I look at the clock from a nearby classroom. It's about time to go home since we had a half day today. So I just head home to Kitty's locker. She is accompanied by Keegan. They are arguing about if Tampon-oops Tamron's kick made the winning shot at our football game last night.
I decide that I'm more important, so I start to talk over them. "Hi Kellog, Kitty," I say. Their eyes simultaneously snap over to me and just then, Keegan's eyes widen. I look in the direction and see Mia. "Hewo Bubby-kins," he says in a baby voice as Mia walks by, and she pays him no heed, so I take that opportunity to stomp on his foot, hard. He moans in pain , and I ask, "Where's my butterfingers," he hands me one, and I leave with a victorious grin on my face.
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Hi guys I've had a lot of down time lately, so I decided to update. Don't get used to it. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter with hella words. That is Iris's ombré flower. Love you guys 💕😍😘😜!!!