Bubble Gum Punk

No Big Deal

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Images used as cover of this book and beyond does not belong to me. However this story plot is created by me.
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Chapter 1

*AWWOOOOGAAA*

My arms flopped all around Before reaching my bedside table. I put my hands on my for head then slowly drag them down to my chin. Then I punched my alarm clock. It collapsed to the ground shattering into pieces.

"Shit... I didn't expect it to brake." I mumbled

I flopped out of the king size bed and headed straight to the bathroom across my room. As I turned the door knob, it stopped halfway.

*Bang Bang Bang*

"Get out if the bathroom you little shit!" I yelled.

Davie unlocks the door and opens it, holding a yellow toothbrush in his mouth , removing it just to speak. His brown eyes you can barely see under his Merlot hair that is hanging down to his face. He almost looked fairly ghostly.

"That's older shit to you Missy."
He gave me an evil smirk.

"Well could you please hurry up, I'm going to be late. You wouldn't want your little sis to be late on her last day of school would you?"

"Why are you even going?No one going is showing up, you're going to be alone for the whole day."

" I am alone everyday, what's the difference? Plus I gotta keep my perfect attendance record going."

Davie rolled his eyes.
"You're such a nerd ,I'll be out in 5 minutes."

Then he shuts the door.

I went back to my room, opened my window and breathed in the fresh air.
"It's hella dark out..."
I reached for my phone on my bed side table to check the time.
7:47 am.
I am screwed, I thought to myself. If I am late again this time I was sure to get a detention.

20 minutes later.

I dread the day I decided to show up for school on the last day. I was the only student to show up in 4 out of 6 of my classes. Can you imagine the awkwardness between you and your teacher? Especially if it's a teacher you hate? Fucking scary man.

First you walk into the classroom ,then you sit in your seat quietly, as you try to avoid eye contact and not move a single muscle, nor breathe. This shit would last for 2 hours. Now imagine doing that for 3 more classes.

The only good thing about it is that I get to hang with French douche. French douche is my art teacher, who just so happens to speaks French.
As I approach his classroom I couldn't help but to think about my "plans" for the summer.
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Who will I meet?
I entered a windowless room full of paintings and murals. Colorful abstract square tables and stools. I sat down immediately. Yup, I was the only one. As I predicted. Mr.French douche noticed me but said nothing at his desk.

So I just kept eyeing him from top to bottom. He only looked up a few times, before I realized that he was working on another project. Then he started mumbling under his breathe.
He was obviously getting frustrated.
I just kept in starring in the most uncomfortable way possible.
Finally he snapped .

"What the fuck are you looking at? You can't just walk in ,not say hello then stare me down while I'm working on a project. That's creepy. Jesus fuck I'm an old man, I'm already stressed enough."

"Well jeez, don't get your panties in a twist."

French dude gave out a heavy sigh. A sigh so deep that it worried me.
"Juno, it's the last day of school, why are you here?"

"Perfect attendance."

"Bullshit. You just didn't want to be alone while your brother went to work."

My face flushed red. French douche knows too much.

"Nuh uh" replied in a childish manner.

"Listen Juno, it's okay to tell me that you are lonely and that you Like to hang out with handsome old men. I mean ,who wouldn't be all over this? "

I gave out a chuckle.

"Haha yeah..."

"So what are you doing over the summer? "

" I don't know. Spend my days watching YouTubers I will never meet, read books, sleep. Same old same old."

"That's cool while you do that I'll be on my way to fuck your bitch. Burn."

"Aha.. you are not funny French douche."

"You know it wouldn't hurt for you to call me by last name?"

"Eh."

Silence was in the air and it lasted for a while,I decided to ditch. School was close to an ending anyways.

"Alright Mr.Dinkleberg ,see you in a few months." I say as I walk out of the classroom, to the exit .

"Have a lovely summer Juno, and I think I like French Douche better."

As I ride my lilac bike back home I couldn't help but to Whisper
" Fuck."