(chapter16) From Home Sweet Home to Hell, maybe, could be heaven

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I took my shower and comb my hair, letting it hair dry. I step out of the girls locker room and head towards my locker to find a worried Sam pacing in front of our lockers. I open my locker to put my swimming stuff in there. Sam's head snap up at the sound.

" where were you? I was worried sick!" I almost- yell at my face. He's worried, aaww!

" first I was swimming. Secound, you were worried?"

" yeah, I thought Peter snatched you of something" that's a pretty good reason to worry.

" sorry, I didn't have time to run and find you to tell you I was swimming"

" swimming? We have 30 minutes of break, you can't swim and then get ready that fast."

" I can and I did" I hold out my wet hair and pointed at my newly changed clothes. I took my next three hours worth of supplies. I shut my locker door and wait for him to get his stuff.

" hey, can you go to my room help me study after school?"

" you have a test already?"

" no, I need to learn the lines for Juliet remember."

" right, sure"

" thanks, who is she?" Sam groaned. I keep bugging him all the way to his class. I didn't leave until the warning bell ring. I run to class, stepping in just as the bell ring.

" nice save" the teacher said. I handed her the note.

" thank you"

" please tell me that your hair isn't wet because of sweat"

" no, I was swimming" some girls gasp. I rolled my eyes.

" in 30 minutes?" a blonde ask. Some blondes are shallow( no offense if you're a blonde). I wonder what's she's doing in honors. I nodded and turn to the teacher.

" can I take a seat now."

" are you a tomboy?" the same blonde ask. I pretend to think for a moment.

" yeah, I guess." she gasp." looks aren't everything, you know. Like maybe some boy would like a tomboy more than a rude girl" she glared at me." what did I do?" I said innocently and smile. I take my seat which was the middle seat in the front row. Great, now everybody can state at me. I can't even daydream if the lessons are the same since the teacher can see me clearly. I'll just doodle. I'm not a great artist, but I'm bored. I draw a self portraitt of my self, but I turns out to look part bird with a lion mane and cat's eyes. I stiffle a giggle. Then I was bored again. I decided to do this clad's homework since it was written on the board. The teacher was still going and on about the lesson when I was done with me homework. I took out the scipt and study it. What have I gotten my self into? I can't remember all this thy an thee. Then the bell ring.

" zoey, can you stay after class or a minute?" Ms. Pioweft said.( pea- oh- weft. The e in weft is like the e in step)" I need to talk to you." what did you do now, zoey?" I noticed you didn't pay attention in class today. Do you have a good reason?"

" um, I, in, already have the lesson?" she raised her eyebrows." you don't believe me? Ask me a question." she smile.

" it's not that I don't believe you. You should have paid attention even if you already know the lesson. It's like an orange, when you squeez it once you get a lot of juice, but if you squeeze it again, you can still get some juice out of it." OK, she is weird. The warning bell ring" do you get it?" I nodded quickly, wanting to be somewhere else and not wanting to be late. She sighed " you don't get it. Well, just pay more attention tommorow." she dismiss me. I run to my next class, knowing I'll be late. The bell ring for a good minute before I enter the classroom. Mr. Leeam gave me detention, but when I said I have stay after class for Ms. Pioweft, he called her to make sure I didn't lie. When he talk to her, he.. laugh. It was the only time he laugh in the entire period. I need to get them together for their sakes and for the happiness of all their students. The lessons are different from my old school. Good, I have nothing else to do by now except that paper I need to type, but that's due some other time. After the bell ring, Candise caught up with me, stopping me from leaving the room.

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