14 Years Under

High school.

East high has never been a favorite of mine. when i say that i really mean, high school sucks. i'm sure you all have your stories about how secondary school had scared you in a way or two. But i am only in  the ninth grade and i can think of about 20 reasons why i need to go to therapy at least once a week, and all are due to high school. 

first of all, were not the typical high school sit com. we dont have jocks or cheerleaders. we have worse. we have pot heads, asian cults, mahtleetes and most importantly, jeans. Jeans are the girls who wear those 300 doller denim bottems, that are tight in all the wrong, yet right places. jeans are girls who wear way to much make up and end every sentence in "shuttup" or "you whore" or maybe they dont say anything at all becauyse they are too busy searching for their split ends of shaving their backs to ackowldge your presance. in my grade, we have four jeans. 

kathy Lively

lana del salvatore 

Emilie levereance 

and selary badfale. 

i have been in grade school with them since kindergarden.  although its sadly cliche, i cant help but tell you. those girls are out for the kill. their like sharks in the sea, or lions in the wild. whatever they are, their sure to be at the top. 

but i mean, things arent all bad. at least i have good classes and teachers. this year i am in pre calculus 11 with Roslyn. we had to take a test and evertything to see if we were up for the challenge. Roslyn is smarter then me, she got 98% on the test. Roslyn got hit on the head to hard as a child and it is my hypothesis that it made her a freaky genious. i also take chemistry honors with my favorite teacher, mr Delafonce. 

i guess there were positive aspects for everything. just, i am yet to find one for high school. 

the entrance of the hell whole consisted of two big black doors, with a statue of some canadian saint on either side of them, don't ask me who it is. no one knows. besides, one of the statues noses is gone, from some right the seniors threw last year and the principle didn't have the money to fix it. if that doesn't sum up my school i don't know what will. 

my locker is number 4. out of the 3000 lockers at our school mine is 4! how cool is that? its like, i am so close to the top. i don't even care if its a bottom locker, i just like it.  

anyways, mathleete practice came and went and i parted with roslyn and made my was to chemistry. i don't really know anyone in my class because they are all seniors, but my teacher, mr Delafonce is the best thing about that class. i took my seat in the back row, as usual and pulled out my fuzzy blue pencil i won last year at the book fair. i grabbed my lab sheet out of my binder, it was perfect. so far, i have maintained a 100% in this class, and i don't want that to change. i spent hours this weekend looking over the sheet and fixing it so it was just perfect. i even asked Dylan to look for any mistakes. i has written my name in sparkly ink, just for a finishing touch and i was ready to hand it in. suddenly, the classroom door bursted open

"ok everyone take out your labs!" 

mr Delafonces loud voiced echoed throughout the hallways and classroom. i held back a joyful laugh, i didn't want to look like an idiot, but sometimes i just couldn't help expressing my love for him. 

he made his through the room, collecting the papers making small remarks to each student like 

"looks good!" 

and 

"i can see you worked hard on it"

my heart beated as he made his way towards my desk. then he stopped right in front of me, my heart pounded.