The Tested Journey

Chapter 1

I flicked my gaze to the clock. Again. There were three and a half minutes left before the bell rang and I was intent on counting down the seconds. I was so sick of school and I had another period after this one. I was seriously considering just walking out of school all together when the bell rang. Wouldn't be the first time I've done it.

"Skyler Jean!" Ms. Kirk snapped, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I said, slowly turning my gaze to my too wound up teacher. She was standing in the front of the room, hands on her hips glaring at yours truly.
"Are you even paying attention?" She demanded, her face red wth anger, a color I was used to seeing on her. Ms. Kirk taught English, a class I hated almost as much as I hated the teacher who taught it. Funny how things like that work out.

I arched an eyebrow at her. "Let's be real here. I know I'm not paying attention, you know I'm not paying attention, they know I'm not paying attention," I said gesturing to my fellow classmates who were watching with way too much interest. One kid was even recording this. Jesus people, get a life. "so I don't understand why you even asked that question. It seems to be a bit redundant by this point of the year." I said, finishing with a roll of my eyes.

Ms. Kirk turned even more red. It was a bit amusing to watch, actually. Some days I'd see just how red I could get her face. My all time best was the tme her face was as red as her lipstick.

"This class will teach you things that will be very important in your day to day adult life! If you paid attention, you would know that!" Ms. Kirk snapped, pointig her ruler at me. What is an English teacher doing with a ruler anyways?

I sighed. "I'll tell you what. I'll start paying attention to this class once I start giving a damn. Sound good?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Most of my classmates had started to snicker with every comment I had. I on the other hand, was stonefaced. It's not that I didn't think this was funny, it was just that I honestly didn't care. Typical teenager.

Ms. Kirk pulled out her infamous little pink pad. She scribbled some atrocity that I had committed it the past two minutes. She walked to the back of the room where my desk was tucked away in the corner. I'm antisocial. So sue me. She slapped the detention slip onto my desk. "I'll see you after school today, Ms. Jean."

I opened my mouth to retort, but the bell rang. "Thank god." I muttered and exited the classroom as quickly as the rest of the kids in this god awful class.

As I walked down the hallway I once again considered skipping the rest of the day. Once I realized is was an ABC day, I decided to stay for the final period. On ABC days, I had home economics for my last class, on XYZ days I had gym. Home economics was the only class I tolerated at this school for two reasons. One, the teacher was a hippie, so we didn't actually do any work in class she just told us about her life, and two, it was the only class I shared with my best friend, Jessica Hendrix, not counting lunch. Jess and I shared few classes because she was in all honors so her schedule was vastly different from mine. People were always confused as to how the two of us were friends to begin with. We were complete opposites, I suppose. If there were ever such thing as a nerd in a box, like a barbie of sorts, Jess would be what the designed it after. She was your classic nerd. She was a brunette with hazel eyes, she wore large black rimmed glasses, and her fashion style was simplistic. She never wore makeup or jewelry, and her average clothing was plain loose jeans, a plaid shirt, and suspenders. It was dorky, but Jess made it work. She was pretty, in her geeky way. I on the otherhand, had a very different style. People used different words to describe my style. Punk, goth, emo, scene, grunge, alternative, that sort of thing. I just considered myself to be different. That was how I defined myself. It worked. Black also seemed to be a good word for my style. Currently I was wearing a Black Veil Brides tee shirt, a pair of tight black leather pants, a simple black leather jacket, and plain black combat boots. It was simple but very black. The only jewelry I wore was a nose ring and a black lace chocker necklace. I was so pale that I didn't use any blush or whatnot, the only makeup I wore was black eyeliner and mascara. Occasionally I wore black lipstick if I was in the mood. My eyes, coincidentally, were also black. My hair was naturally blonde but I had it dyed black and cut in a side swept fringe, almost covering my eyes. Classy.