No Spit I'm Different
whats wrong with these people I thought to myself. Okay I might be the only punk kid here but gosh you would think that these people would have enough dignity to be gawking at me like I'm an alien. You would think that people in a private school would have the intelligence to not stare at me like I'm from a different planet but apparently not. But I'm guessing that my hair wasnt helping the situation any either. In a sea of brown, blond, and red, I was the only person with black hair. This is going to be a long school year I thought as I absentmindedly walked through the halls. Thankfully I had already gotten my schedule and the tour around the school before I started attending it. And what a good thing that was cuz this was a helluva big school.
I only slightly struggled to find my way to AP Math. Yes I know what your thinking " a punk kid is smart enough to get into ap math?" well apparently I am. I walked into the class right before the first bell rang. As soon as I found a seat that I liked, my teacher walked in. Ms. Crawford was an old lady who liked like she shouldve croaked 20 years ago. She came in on a walker, slowly shuffling her way into the classroom. " why hasnt she retired yet" I muttered to myself. A blonde girl next to me snorted and replied " Ms. Crawford's got the willpower of an ox. I'm surprised she isnt dead yet. Its like every other week something else happens to her, but still yet she always manages to come back." I knew that I liked this girl. " does that mean that we always have a sub" I asked the girl. Ms. Crawford's scratchy voice filled the room before the girl had a chance to respond. "we have a new student class. Her name is Zania Hardly. Say hello dear". I knew that statement was directed at me. Instead of being the typical cookie- cutter student in this school, I opted to do something different. I started to rap. Yes, I said rap.
"My name is Zania and I'm here to say
that I'm happy to be here with you guys today
and I'm telling you now algebra is my forte
Word"
the whole class except the girl sitting next to me looked at me like I was strung out on some type of drug. Finally ms crawford spoke up. " well that was definitely different" she said. "No spit" I thought to myself. "that was awesome" the girl next to me said. " by the way my name is maxine but you can just call me max". I smiled and said "well my name apparently is Zania but you can call me Z". after that, we got to our math problems on the board. When the bell rang, I was the first one out the door. I wouldnt have realized everyone was staring at me until I saw that I was the only one walkin down the hall. It was like a total high-school drama. I mean everyone just stopped and stared at me. I have jet black hair with blue, purple, and whites streaks in it. I stood 5'8 and had a "model body". But none of that mattered to me. I really didnt like it when people constanly stare at me like what they were doing now. I felt a blush forming on my cheeks and I tried my best to get to get to my class as quickly as possible. Like I said, this is going to be a long school year.
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