Karma is a bitch (STOPPED)

Chapter 3

Opening my eyes groggily I check the time on my phone. My eyes widen impossibly to the size of golf balls as I stand up clumsily nearly tripping over myself.

Why do I always wake up late?

Maybe I shouldn't have broken my old clock?

Meh.

I only had ten minutes before Ash came to pick me up. Grabbing my things I quickly get ready probably beating the record for the fastest shower. Rushing downstairs I grab a plate of pasta that's already on the table.

Someone clears their throat as I scuff down the pasta in a mere 5 seconds.

Please don't say it's mum , plea . . .

I turn my heard holding on to the hope . . .

My mum glares at me leaning on the kitchen bench drinking coffee. I gulp visibly shaking , I slowing raise my hand , waving slightly.

"Hello mum" , I say quivering and backing away from her.

She glares at me.

"Hello mum" , she imitates my squeaky voice , "Is that all you can tell your own mother?! Huh? Is this what I raised you to become? No how are you or good morning ehhhh?!"

I look at her in horror as she wildly gestures around her , slowly I creep toward the door still facing her. When I'm just a few meters away from the front door I turn around and grab the door handle.

Opening the door , I grab my bag and run out the door yelling a quick , "Bye mum. Love you!".

Ash is already waiting for , I jump into the back realizing Kat is in the front. I open the back door and get in finding Mickey asleep in there. Getting bored as Ash pulls out the driveway I poke her.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Kat sighs , "Lexi stop poking Mickey".

I pout and open my mouth only to be interrupted by Ash.

Rude.

"We're here" , she says parking the car.

We get out and start heading for the school.

I'm forgetting something or someon . . .

"Again really , why am I stuck with babysitting her?" , Ash complains as she drags a half asleep Mickey out the car door.

I shrug and watch as Mickey blinks , rubbing her eyes groggily and looking around confused.

"We're at school child" , I tell her sympathetically. She nods her head slowly.

Ash just grabs Mickeys wrist and heads our way.

Falling into step we walk into the school , heading separate ways to our lockers. Grabbing my Art things and my one of a kind notebook , ya know the one that I used to write a "friendly" note to Ace.

wink , wink

I grin widely , remembering what we had done last night while I head for Ash's locker. The rest of them are already there.

Fortunately , Ace has most classes with one of us at least so we can see how he felt about . . . hehe.

Mickey and Kat head for Maths groaning something along the of it being to early to think.

Ash grabs her things and walks off towards English. And I . . .

Just stand there in the middle of the hallway , wondering where the heck the art room was . . . again. Looking around dazedly , I decide on going left.

Humming to myself I finally find the art room and walk inside to see Mrs C already starting the lesson. She raises her eyebrow as I saunter in mumbling to myself .

"Do I want to know why your late Lexi?" , Mrs C asks. I grin and sit at one of the sits at the back.

"No , not at all"

The door once more is open and the lying , cheating bastard aka Ace walks in leisurely.

She sighs just pointing at the only empty sit that happens to be next to mine. I groan as he smirks recognizing me and walks and sits down.

She nods and now starts talking to the whole class , "We are doing self portraits , don't draw what you see when you look in the mirror . . . but how you see yourself as . . . "

Everyone nods understandingly , I raise my hand.

"Yes Mrs King".

"So . . . if I see myself as a unicorn do I draw a unicorn?" , I ask grinning widely. Ace snorts , I glare at him before turning my attention back to the teacher.

Mrs C sighs , rubbing the sides of her head , " No Lexi your suppo . . . you know what just whatever , if it's a unicorn you see just do it"

I nod grinning cheekily.

"Ok class you may begin"

Taking out my pencil I grab my original notebook and start drawing.

Who am I?

40 minutes later and a lot of scrunching paper up later

I groan as I scrunch another piece of notebook up throwing it carelessly , it lands with a grunt.

Wait paper don't grunt.

I turn my head and see Ace glaring at me as he picks up the paper.

Whoops.

I take a double take as I realize that paper so happened to be the one that I left a note for Ace on ya know the revenge thing we did and then I left something for him to remember it with . .

I take another look at the notebook paper in Aces hand hoping it would disappear , but it just stayed put as if mocking me.

And yeah no worries notebooks look the same and all , it could be anyone's , but my notebook was specially made for me . . . a one of a kind . . .

I see a flicker of realization across his face as he turns towards me. I gulp visibly,

Ring.

I sigh of relief washes over me as I grab my things and run out the door but . . .

I just have to make it worse for myself don't I?

But something stops me as I turn around , I wink at him before repeating what I wrote in the note

"I'm a bitch , don't mess with me again"

And then I run out the room.

Why do I always put myself into these situations?

Authors note

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