School of Rebellions

Chapter 1: Angie's POV

Angela's Pov

I'm so bored. I'm in history class. The class I hate most of all.

I rip a piece of paper out of my notebook and write: "IDA HELP ME!!!"
I pass it to my best friend, Ida, who sits right next to me at our double desk. Ida reaches over to me and squeezes my hand. I turn to her and whisper "thanks." Ida smiles. "Alright, and your homework is to write a five page report on the Spanish Armada." Ms. Hampton announces. Everyone groans. "No complaining!" She snaps. "And whoever doesn't pass will have detention for a week!" The bell rings. FINALLY!!! It's seems like Ms. Hampton's class never ends. "I hope there's pizza for lunch today." Ida says. I giggle. "Me too." "Alright girls! You may go to the cafeteria!" Ms. Hampton says.
I pick up my bag and get up to leave the room. "It seems like her classes go on forever doesn't it?" I ask Ida. "Yeah" Ida says. "That history paper is going to take me forever!" I groan. "Yeah" Ida says. "We already have an English test, a spelling test, a biology paper, and a vocabulary quiz. Can this get any worse?" Ida asks. "No it can't" I tell her. "Hey, can't you wait for social studies after lunch?" I say sarcastically. Ida rolls her eyes. "Yeah." Social studies I the only class I actually like. My mom teaches it, and even though she's a bit nuts, she's the only nice teacher in the school. EVERYONE ALWAYS PASSES in her class. She thinks social studies actually means SOCIAL studies.
So all we do in that class is talk about our lives and our favorite things to do. That's an easy thing to do. I like Minecraft, architecture, and cooking. Oh no. Cooking. That snaps me out of my daydream. "I got to go Ida, I'm on cooking duty!" I shout as I run down the hall. "See you during lunch!"

Being on kitchen duty is one of the few things I like about this school. I don't have to do the thing that the students call "teacher salute." All the students have to be in the cafeteria by exactly 12 o'clock. Then the teachers walk in, with Ms. Hampton in front. Once she enters, all the students have to stand until she takes her seat. Anyone who doesn't stand up gets detention. It's just because she hates kids. The only reason she came to our school was to torture us. I've been here for three years, since I was eleven. I'll be 14 in two months. I remember the first day of school this year, when some new second graders joined our school. They had no idea what to do, and Ms. Hampton thought they were messing up on purpose. By the end of the day, all of the new kids had detention. I see my little sister Helen walk into the cafeteria with her friend Kate. They've been best friends since they met. Kate is a sweet little girl with Down's syndrome. She has trouble remembering things, and is a slow learner. But sometimes I see my mom teaching her secretly at night. She likes Kate as much as I do, and hates how Ms. Hampton treats her. All of a sudden I hear a knock on the back door. I wipe my hands of on a towel and open the door. I gasp when I see who it is. "Tanner, what are you doing here?" I whisper. "Are we sneaking out tonight!" He asks me. I nod. "Ok, now go before someone sees you!" Tanner nods and I close the door.