𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 : 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Unearthly: Part One

Word Count: 2,372

Mini

"Tonight class I want all of you to observe the stars and look for comets or anything out of the ordinary," Mr. Hinkles adjusts his round glasses and shuffles a few papers around looking for the worksheet. "As you take this paper I want you all to think what possible things you will see tonight, 'cause we all know that space is unpredictable." He finishes just in time for the bell to ring dismissing all of the students to go home, back to there own personal lives.

As I walk out of the smelly, dreary classroom where dreams and creativity go to die, I look down at the paper in my hand studying over what I need to do tonight,

*The goal of this worksheet is to find something out of the ordinary- Please.

Like I'm going to see God come down from the sky and say that Trump will ruin us all.

*This is worth 100 points- for observing the fucking sky?! Thank god it's not as bad as my math homework.

"Hey!" I stop dead in my tracks clenching my fist realizing the person the voice belongs to. "Bitch I'm talking to you!" Looking down at the now crumbled worksheet I take a deep breath and prepare for the worst.

Sighing I raise my head and speak up, "What do you want Dylan?" I turn on my heel facing the arrogant dickhead who's been bullying me for years.

"I thought I told you to finish my history project?" He glared at me.

"And I thought I told you to fuck off and do it yourself." My laugh filled with sarcasm, I give him a fake smile. "Anyway, I have to go, ta-ta" I wave at him and his brainless friends as I walk away from the situation.

That Evening...

"So sweetheart, how was your day?" My mom asked at the dinner table.

"The usual," I shrugged. "Dylan said some things, I said some things, I had a laugh, he did not 'cause he has a dildo up his ass like usual." I continue shoving fork full's of pasta in my mouth.

She nods her head humming along. "Any homework?" She questions raising her glass of water to her lips.

"Yeah, I have some calculus homework and Mr. Hinkles gave me a worksheet, but basically I just have to look up at the sky and see if anything happens." I shrug. Grabbing my plate I go over to the trash can and scrap off the remaining food. I cringe at the sound of the fork scraping against the plate. 

I hear my moms chair drag against the floor and the soft patter of her footsteps following. "You know I never did like you math teacher Mrs. What's-her-name." She scoffed.

I chuckle. "You mean Ms. Vera?"

"Oh, so that poor son of a bitch finally left her, uh? Lucky him."

"Now she's worst than before," I laugh along with my mom while rising off my plate and fork before putting them in the dishwasher.

"She's always been an uptight bitch. I think she's the one with a dildo up her lose, flabby-"

"Mom! I don't need that gross visual." I interrupt her shaking my head trying to rid the disgusting images from my innocent mind. Innocent, haha funniest thing ever!

"Sorry! Sorry! Okay, I got to go to work," She stated, going over to her little desk in the corner of the kitchen to grab her purse and keys.