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Liza Parrish (lie-zz-a)
I sighed fixing the one strapped book bag on my shoulder. I'm once again late for Mr.Wilson's class and I'm really not in the mood to hear his mouth this morning. Striding through the empty halls I continued to suck on my lollipop, taking my time as if I'm not a half-hour late for class, a class for which my reputation isn't the best either.
He should be used to this by now, I mean this has been a habit for as long as I can remember. Of course it has gotten me a trip to the detention room, principals office and a meeting with my mother and the principal. She was furious, I don't get why. She should be honored the man who runs the school wants to have a one on one talk with her, even if it's about my misbehaving.
I opened the door slowly and entered the room foolishly thinking I won't be seen walking inside, as soon as I did all eyes fell on me. Mr.Wilson let's out a sigh and ceased from explaining whatever math problem he was solving before I interrupted.
"And where might you be coming from at this time Ms.Parrish?" He closed the cover on the marker and leaned on his desk.
"Home."
"Are you aware this is the second time you've been late to my class this week?"
"You know what they say; to get it twice makes it nice, may I take a seat?"
"Sure but just remember to collect this Detention slip from me after class," he flashed me a fake smile as I made my way to my desk. "There are many other children praying for the opportunity you have Miss Parrish, maybe you need to start earning your seat."
"I will make sure to make a note of that," I finally took my seat and retrieved my books needed for class.
Most of my classmates glared at me while some rolled their eyes whenever I made eye contact with them, is that suppose to hurt me? Have they met my mother? Need to try harder than that.
The class was boring, nothing he said to me made sense. It's not that I wasn't paying attention but he was moving too fast and I was moving too slow. Not on purpose though it was out of my control. I was about to give up and rest my head on the desk prepared to take a harmless nap but stopped when the door swung open and a boy walked in the class. I've never seen him before, not once.
