"Man fuck this shit!" Grabbing my bag and flinging it over my shoulder ready to leave this godforsaken class.
"Callie!" Mr. Evans yelled across the class at me you could obviously see the shock of his face, "Sit back down!"
Yeah, like that was going to happen with this bitch sitting next to me. I was out of patience and leaving whether he wanted me to or not. Shoving my chair towards the desk i had only been assigned to that day. Turning to walk out the door as i caught a smirk from the dirty blonde bimbo that sat next to me. I swear one of these days I'm gunna slap her so hard that ugly ass nose of hers is going to go flying.
I had only made it two steps out the door when Mr. Evans grabbed my are to stop me. "Callie, stop!"
"Nah, Mr. Evans. You didn't care about 30 mins ago when i asked you nicely to move my seat. As i recall you told me to deal with it." yanking my arm from his hand, pervert had no right to touch me anyways. "So now you get to deal with me walking out of your class whenever I fell necessary, or better yet not showing up at all." His face contorted to an odd mixture of disbelief and sadness. Probably pity. Which I don't need. Least of all from him. Bastard.
He straightened up a bit more composing himself, turning towards his classroom door again, "Just go to the office Ms. Foster"
Gladly, 'cause I was already walking that way before the words had even left his mouth. Soon i was in the entryway of the guidance office waiting for the new administration lady to realize was a frequent flier through here. Mrs. Bloxem, I think, searched for my name in the system. Don't worry she'll know it soon enough. I'm sure some of the gossiping staff will fill her in and she'll give me the same sad and distasteful glare that the rest of them tend to cast my way.
Mrs. Winston had obviously heard my voice because a shout from her office telling me to come in was obvious that she already knew who it was. Walking in and sitting in the chair across from the woman who wore her hair in a short pixie cut. Her blue eyes always shown with optimism and sometimes it got to me but as soon as i left i know reality would come rushing back to me.
She turned away from her computer to finally look at me with the same pity look that everyone has been giving me. She glanced at her clock as she spoke, " Callie we haven't been in school for an hour yet and your already sitting in my office." Okay that made me feel a little guilty,after all it was th first day. "You know this is a bad start to your senior year right?"
I just nodded as i glared holes in the college poster behind her. Must be nice to have money to go to college. Mrs. Winston sighed before she spoke again, "You know Callie you really need to make some friends, it would do you a world of good."
Growning loudly, "Friends are for suckers Ms. Winston," she cut her eyes at me "besides, I'm doing perfectly fine on my own."
She rolled her eyes, "Obviously."
"I'm fine, I swear" throwing my hands up in a defensive position. She had this wicked mind and the way it worked was that once it was made up she was determined. Which meant I was in for a world of hurt when I so wasn't ready for it.
She smiled so broadly that it made me slightly uncomfortable about what was going on in her twisted little head, "A friend sounds like a great idea actually!".
Oh God here we go, "Uh, i really don't think this is...." but before i could finish she was picking up the phone holding her index finger to me to silence me. Fine, I'll play along for a little while, but i swear it better not be one of those stupid bimbos that i used to call friends.
Mrs. Winston spoke in hushed tones over the phone and made for sure i couldn't hear the name of the student she was requesting, which made me extremely nervous as to who she was bringing down to the office to introduce. Hanging up the phone to look back at me she pulled out a note pad scribbling me down a pass. "Go to the library, I can't really send you to ISS on the first day so why don't you just go sit in the library until the end of class."
