Wake the Dead

chapter 57

I think school is the biggest bowl shit ever. Especially when you have no future. 

If  it weren't for the damn law and the constant letters home, I would have skipped Monday through Friday everyday, but sometimes I just wasn't in the mood for the earful I get from my daddy. I already had to sneak some of my Moms makeup to try and cover up the black and blue tinted skin that is forming on the side of my face from my daddy finding out I skipped basically all of last month.

Syd liked school though, which I was glad for, maybe she had a future. Even though she only was still in elementary school. Syd had friends and she found a few things that she was talented at, but me on the other hand, I was the freak at school who had the drunk daddy and smoked. I didn't mind being alone, it was better than being friends with those bitches, like the ones that sit behind me, who only talk about how their boyfriend didn't get them anything for their birthday. Those girls disgusted me, but at the same time I was envious of their rich families and perfect lives... I wanted that for Syd. 

I walked into my class late, English I think, and ignored all the stares I got from everyone as I walked in. I wasn't sure if they were staring because of the fact I hadn't been to school in a month, or the way I was dressed; ripped jeans, a tank top I made myself with scissors, and my old boots.. I don't even like to count how many times I've been called a redneck or some shit, it gets old.

Some girl was sitting in my seat when I walked in, looked like she had moved there to sit by her friend while I was gone. I saw her see me and stare with a smirk on her face when she saw me, not moving from my seat. I honestly could care less, that seat was in the front of the room and by a kid who I swear hadn't showered in a year, so I just walked past, starting to smirk when I saw her shrink under my glare. 

I went to the back of the room, sitting in the last seat that was almost secluded from the rest of the class.. almost ironic actually. There was already a pencil that was sitting on the desk, so I grabbed it and started doodling on the desk top while the teacher rambled on about some essay that was due. 

I was so absorbed in my little doodle that I didn't even hear my teacher calling my name until it was about the fourth time. "Miss Daft!"

I slouched back in my seat and looked up at her, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. She sighed, "drawing on the desk is vandalism of school property, miss Daft."

"I think I made it look better, actually," I smirked up at her. Every ones eyes were on me and her as I gave this teacher a piece of her own medicine. She was as bad as everyone else, judging and treating me differently, like I was a piece of trash to her, but there wouldn't be a day in hell that I wouldn't stand up for myself.

"I hope you'll still be thinking that when your staying after school to wipe all the desks down," she said, feeling proud of herself. "Now, Fiona, do you have the essay done?"

I didn't say anything, just continued staring her down, my temper was a little testy now adays and the last thing I need is to be suspended and get a letter home. "Miss Daft?" She questioned again in an annoyed voice before she let out a sigh. "The essay was due today. Since last week was veterans day, the essay was about honor. For example, the soldiers that ship out to war are putting their lives on the line, willing to fight for their country or their family... So, I've had students that would right about what they think about that, and why or who they would put their lives on the line for," she walked over to me, sliding some paper on my desk that I believe was the rubric. "2 pages minimum, Miss Daft," her voice was cold and judge mental when she said my name, but I ignored it as one of the girls in my class went up to the front of the room to read her essay.