This isn't right

Bring it tomorrow.

I woke up actually feeling good about today. I got up seeing I woke up early and changed clothes walking into the bathroom to brush my nasty a$$ teeth. I finish and walk out grabbing my hair brush, I quickly brush it and look over at my bed to see a pile of papers next to it. I sigh walking over to it. I grab all of the papers shoving them into my book bag kind of neat but not really. I run downstairs and grab an apple walking out of the door to see my mom not there, I then remember I was early, I also realize I forgot my phone.. I run inside and upstairs grabbing my phone off the charger. I hear my mom yell my name and walk downstairs. We get into the car and she looks at me smiling a little. "What...?" "Nothing I just love you so much" afterwards was pretty much just silence..awkward.. I get to school and getting out thanking my mom for the ride. I look down at my phone realizing I have a few unread messages. 4 in total, 1 from my best friend 3 from Michael. They're both at my old school, gosh how I miss them. Now to tell you about them, we'll remember yesterday how I was ranting about players and relationships? Well Michael...sigh..he's my boyfriend. We've been together 2 years now. I reply to their texts and walk to my class sitting down in my seat....I read the board: " Good Morning! Please take out last nights homework & read until I am ready" I groan and open my book bag. I pull out all my papers and look through them. I start to panic slightly because I can't find it. I look back through my book bag still not finding it. I sigh and gulp putting my book bag back down. The teacher walks in and asks if everyone has it. I slowly raise my hand and project my voice. "I did it but the thing is I'm pretty sure I left it at home." I hear her sigh and shake her head. "Ms. Christina I don't want excuses on the first night of homework." I stand up a surge of anger rushing through me slamming my hands down on the desk. "It isn't an excuse! I just can't go back and get it because I'm not allowed to leave this hell!" My mouth stings as I say the last word, it slipping off my tongue violently. I sit down, I honestly scared myself I have never had an outburst like this before. I feel a gaze on my again and look up to see no one looking at me. I take a deep breathe and hear Mrs. Smoot finally speak up, in calm voice as if she knows I didn't mean to. "Look you can bring it in tomorrow, just don't forget. No more chances after this." As she walks up to my desk and leans down towards me I feel a feeling I haven't felt in a long time, a feeling of danger. She hisses out. "Don't ever, Yell at me again, you will regret it." And with that she walks away leaving me there. Still feeling those damn eyes staring a hole into my head.