The Story of MY life.

Zack

"Mr. Zack please sit down next to Mrs. Trobat, Trobat raise your hand. "Agggh" still looking down I slowly raised my hand. Zack's gaze steadies on the my face. I reach backward for my hoodie but snatched my hand back to my side as Mr. Wishaw gave me a stern look. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as Zack started to walk towards me. I hear a screech as he pulls out his chair, and then as he pushes it in. I don't know what I was expecting him to do when he sat down, maybe yell that I was the clumsy girl in the hallway who couldn't get off her butt, or maybe I thought he'd laugh and throw things at me when Mr. Wishaw turned his back. Just like everyone else did. Whatever I was expecting to do he didn't. He just sat there, just paying attention even as paper balls hit my head and I grunted loudly in anger as I heard quite giggles from the seats around me. soon class ended and the bell rang as students burst out the school doors. I slowly walked wondering if school would be better than going home. I slowly made my way to my house through the trashy neighborhood that I called home." Crappppppy day just like always!"  footsteps softly pattered behind me  " what ! No one walks this route!"  I snapped my head to the side as I heard a wisper. I quickly scanned for an escape, up ahead I saw a turn in the street"perfect" I start to run and I hear the footsteps behind me become faster . As I near the corner I clumsily unzip my backpack and slip my hand into my bag  fumbling and pull out a smooth Shiny object and pull it in front of me "now" I quickly turn the corner, drop my bag, and turn waiting for the footsteps to pass. A flicker of brown hair peering out. I jump and just in time as the boy turned the corner so that I tackled him with my pocket knife in my hand ."WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I say heaving. The boy looks shocked and irritated and opens his mouth to speak, " I just wanted to talk to you! Jesus!" "Oh" I say startled. And then as I studied his face closer I realized I had just tackled Zack. I stare at him not knowing what to say. "um can you get off please?" he asks politely. I feel as though my face is burning. "Oh, yeah, sorry, I, I " I stutter as I scramble off him and slid my pocket knife into my bag.he chuckles a bit as he stands up "you were actually Gunna stab me?" I felt as though my whole face turned red. Well what other option did I have?" "oh I don't know, maybe  consider the possibility that someone was walking home in the same route as yours," I couldn't handle the embarrassment. I took off at a full sprint home "wait!" Zack shouted.
I didn't. I just kept running and left Zack behind startled."JERK! What a weirdo! he actually wanted to talk to me? He ws proubly was going to pull something while we were walking home and then chickened out when I tackled him. Yep, that's why-" I thought as I opened the door to my house, "that GUY is sooooo annoying!!" I screech. "What guy?" My dad says seated on our scratched up couch. "Nothing" I scowl and walk to my bedroom door. " "Wait!-" dad said but it was to late. I opened the door and my room was gone. All that was in that room was a sleeping bag and some of my dad's junk in the corner. "DAD WHAT IS THIS!!"