It was... the Little Things

Are you constipated?

"So you've moved on on?"

"Ya......you don't seem very happy"

"No Kais! I'm happy for you it's just that...."

"That what Emma?"

"I don't know but don't you think that this is going a bit fast?"

"What are you talking about!? I've known Twist- I mean Oliver for almost a month now!"

"Ya but you've known Sam you're whole life," she pointed out oh so clearly

"I don't get it Emma, everyone including you told me to get over Sam and now that I have you're questioning it!"

"I'm not I'm just saying that it's one thing to get over someone but it's another thing to develop feelings for someone else so quickly, especially when everyone's telling you to do so"

"But liking Oliver was my choice"

"You know better than anyone that you can't choose who to fall for"

"But you can choose who you want to be friends with, I chose to be Oliver's friend and I somehow developed feeling for him along the way"

"Well....I suppose"

"You suppose right Emmie child"

"Why thank you Madame Kaisley"

She did a little curtsy(which was pretty hard since she didn't have a skirt)

"I think that you should stick to bowing sweetie"

Emma wasn't you're average girly girl if you know what I mean. She didn't care about the way she looked, even though she looked way gorgeous with her green orbs and long, brown hair that gradually got lighter as it neared the ends. She focused on her brain and and not the drama and gossip that circulated around the school, bottom line is, the girl don't give a damn!

"Okay ya little monsters! Come in and take a seat, I don't wanna hear any laughing, scoffing, chatting or screaming, and no Johns saying that you're on your 'man period' won't excuse the racket that comes out of you're pie hole"

"But sirrrrrrr!" Whined Morris Johns from the back of the line(and no his surname was Johns not a misspelled version of Jones)

"No buts Johns except yours on the seat now get in you little piece of shi- trash!"

Yes Mr Wallace had many slip ups such as this one, the man was emo beyond comprehension which is why Morris always liked to take digs at him.

We walked into the math room in silence, I could hear footsteps behind me as I walked towards my seat, I already knew whose they were.

"Could you walk any slower?"

"Could you have any less patience?"

"What's patience?"

I didn't answer to that, figures that the one time he talks to me would be to judge the pace of my walking.

"What did I say about no talking!?" Bellowed Mr Wallace from the front of the class

"Sorry Sir, I told Kaisley to stop talking but she just wouldn't shut up!"

I shot him a well deserved glare as the class erupted into a symphony of snickers.

I plopped my books and purple pencil case onto the hardwood desks that had seen way better days. Names and drawings were engraved onto the tops alongside drawings of things that must not be exposed to innocent eyes, the school sanded the desks down once every year but the graffiti artists never failed to put their work back on exhibition.