My Perfect Story

Ch. 1- My perfect life

Before you see my absolutely perfect life I want you to know who I am. My name is Anna Delgado. I'm seventeen and my birthday is next month so is prom. I never really acknowledged that until I hit high school and everyone wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. It's not that glamorous it's just a dance. I'm not even going. Welll. Fuck it I'll convince Erin to go with me. Oh yeah Erin is my fucking best friend since 5th grade. I thought we would split at high school but we ended up at the same high school. Hah that's cool.......
"MS. DELGADO"
My head snapped back so fast I cracked my neck, fuck that hurt.i took a daring quick look around. All eyes on me. Great
"Yes mr. Webber"
"What did I just ask"
"A question"
Snickers rose from the boldness of that one. No one talks to him like that
"And what was that question?"
I look at him and then the board
"A stupid one if we're still" learning about poems.
"DAMMMa random boy yelled out. She told you Mr. Webber" laughing hystericly after that. Everyone followed his laugh.I turned a bright blush after that. That was none other than Frank mandell. He was so cute when he laughed. He made me smile a little too... my thoughts were very rudly interupptd by the dead silence in the classroom. I looked around and everyone is looking away or with their head down. I look at our bastard teacher. He's doing it again and I will never understand how he can sush an entire classroom with a look. He looked dead at me with his cold blue eyes. He wouldve been very hot if he didn't have such an ugly attitude.
RIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG
yay! the bell ringed as a girl jumped out of her seat and started packing her stuff. Everyone did the same.
" Dont forget class you must read pages 110 through 120 and answer the worksheet with it that is coming your way on the out. You may leave. Everyone was buzzing with words and I seemed to flow with it.
"Except you Ms. Delgado"
The last kids out the door gave me a look of pity and said good luck. My heart stopped. I knew what was going to happen. I closed the door behind me. This was the last class of the day. Everyone was halfway out the doors.
"You've been a very bad girl lately and I don't appreciate this behavior at all. You need to be taught respect."
Before I could even reply my head was smashed on the wall. Fuck it had to be a floral skirt today? I felt woozy and out of it. I felt my skirt going up and a zipper coming down.
"You need to be punishd" that was what I heard over and over.