This is the first time I actually want to get up and go to school. After my experience at the cell, I actually miss learnng stuff and hanging out with my friends. Of course I'm not looking forward to being handcuffed with Adrian, because that means spending more time with him. I'm actually scared of what will happen. Right now I should be ignoring him, if not because of that stupid teacher who basically had no life, and decided to punish us for THREE STUPID STINKIN' DAMN WEEKS.
I get off the bed and went straight to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I look like a mess... That's the first thing that was on my mind.
I started having a shower, loving the warm water that brushed against my skin. After I put my purple sweater and jeans on, I went downstairs in the kitchen and took a bottle of milk and a carton of cereals.
"Honey, you won't eat cereals for breakfast today, I cooked you breakfast." My mom said at the back of me. I faced her, and realised she was gonna tear up. We ended up hugging each other.
"I missed you, Megan."
"You too, mum."
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"Will you just stop that?" I said.
"I seriously did absolutly nothing. You're the one who has the bag." Adrian replied innocently.
We were trying to get my laptop in my bag, but we already wore the handcuffs and Ms. Pelligrino said we weren't allowed to take them off no matter what difficulty we "encounter".
And apparantly this so called "difficulty" is having our friends laugh their arses off and the more we argue the harder they laugh.
"Okay, get your free hand to hold the left handle of my bag." I said and Adrian followed. I took my free hand and took the other handle. "Now, our handcuffed hands will unzip the dang bag." I continued.
It might look really easy, but when you have a bag with a broken zipper, it's impossible to do. And when you have friends who are too busy laughing at you to help, it just adds to the headache.
The zipper already broke the rectangular thing attached to it to make the bag easier to open. Luckily, the bag is 1/3 unzipped, but the zipper is stuck. We keep pushing it, but the damn thing won't move. Almost everyone in the cafeteria are watching us, but I couldn't care less since my eyes were only focused on the bag.
"You know what? This is hopeless. You're gonna have to borrow my laptop." Adrian said. I glare at him for the hundredth time and gave up.
"Here, we'll help you." Jaden finally stopped laughing and took the bag from us.
He wiggled the zipper a little bit then BAM! It was fixed.
"There you go madam." He says in a British accent and bowed afterwards.
Stupid idiot would've done that hours ago.....
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My stomach is now churning up inside, spinning into my own whirlwind of confusion. I am now drowning in sweat, as my nervousness eats me up inside. I feel like.....the world is gonna end in 30 minutes. But worst of all, all this deliberation is happening not because I'm in a mission. It's all happening in a classroom. During maths lesson. Because we have a freakin' pop quiz.
In Marymount Academy, All students are mostly geniuses, children of big time businesmen and gifted children. Students in here have one specific talent or have one major subject they want to learn and excel at. For example, mine is criminology. If you are studying in Marymount Academy, the you're officially classified as weird. In a good way, though. The only downside is that it's really stressful. When you're like me who was absent for 3 days, to some it might be a small thing. But here, it mean you've missed a whole library of books that they've learnt so far.
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No Ordinary
Teen FictionShe's Megan Kent. She's got the looks, the brains and every boy falls for her. But she has a secret. She is the daughter of the head of the SWAT team. In short, she is no ordinary teenage girl you'd expect. As she's the youngest SWAT agent, she is...
