Loving Moretti

Chapter: 1

*Alisan's P.O.V:*

"Be nice Alisan. Respect your elders Alisan." I mumbled to myself as I walked to the main office. People in this school honestly suck. My teacher totally crossed like a million lines by talking about my mother. But yet I'm wrong for telling him off? How in the hell is that fair?

I sigh and groan as I reach the principal's door. I knock and wait patiently, for all of about two seconds before I begin to make a beat until he opened. It was a killer beat honestly. No, I'm not a troublemaker, no I'm not emo. I'm Alisan-

"COOPER!" My principal shouted as he yanked open the door mid beat, I jumped back in shock. Realizing he wasn't in a good mood this fine morning, I pouted and dropped my arms to my side.

"Sorry Mr. Henderson." I apologized with my head down. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk and I sat down awaiting his newest "Alisan" lecture.

Hearing him sit down I expected to instantly get the third degree, but instead I'm met with silence. I looked up to see Mr. Henderson looking at me tired like. "Alisan what am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sorry but this time it's not my fault. Hear me out!" I rushed out quickly. He started shaking his head and tears blurred my vision as I stuttered out "He talked about my mom."

Mr. Henderson sat up in his seat and gave me a look of pure pity. His face went from disappointment and sadness to understanding and anger. He snatched up the phone to his right on the desk and proceeded to dial four numbers. Meaning he was dialing the teacher's extension. I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths. I refuse to cry here.

"Mr. Faine, it's Mr. Henderson, I have Ms. Cooper here and from what I'm hearing you provoked the situation at hand. Did you or did you not?"

There was silence and Mr. Henderson narrowed his eyes before completely losing his marbles. "LISTEN TO ME FAINE. IM WARNING YOU ONCE AND ONCE ONLY. I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS WHAT SHE DOES IN YOUR CLASS! DO NOT BRING UP HER MOTHER! THAT IS NOT A TOPIC YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SPEAK OF. Am I understood?" He lowered his tone at the end, there was silence and a brief dismissal of Mr. Faine.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. How about you head home? I'll call your father and let him know what's going on." Mr. Henderson offered. I smiled and shrugged before nodding in agreement.

My mom is a touchy subject for me. Last I heard she was a junky, she stole from everyone and disappeared. My father paid everyone back, luckily it was all non-valuable things. I was only like thirteen when it happened. Me and my mom were close. I miss her everyday. Everyone respects my father though, so it's never really mentioned. Me and Mr. Faine just got into a discussion about traits that teens get from their parents.  Somehow he mentioned how me following in her footsteps of doing drugs were higher than most due to being around her for so many years. He and many non-family people think I was present when all of this happened. Sadly though, I never saw her high, or drunk. Hell it was rare to see her angry.

"Ali!"

My named being called made me jump. "Yes?" I asked Mr. H.

"I said you are free to leave once you've gone to collect your work from teachers and your belongings." I nodded and thanked him before wandering down the halls to my locker. I spun the dial and began to load my book bag up. I then began to walk down the hall to go see my last two teachers about my work when I heard giggling. 

Looking behind me to see a girl leaving the janitors closet fixing her shirt and hair. Her lipstick smudged and eye liner as well. Luciano Moretti followed behind her sliding on his shirt. Instead of turning left and following her he turned right and froze once he caught me standing there watching the quick encounter. He winked and I rolled my eyes, turning around and walking to my English class to go get my work. Sadly that must of been Moretti's class because he walked in right after me and everyone looked up at us. Even Jane, the school nerd. She's cute yet really weird. I ignored everyone and proceeded to talk to my teacher about what was going on. I soon left and was on my way.