(Editing) Freak-Ish. //Diesel

01.

••Rion••

"This is the fifth school, Ri." My mom begins to lecture me on the car ride up to the school building . "And it's going to be the last because you're going to get your act together or I swear--"

"Okay !" I let out in one breath while raising my tone. "Geez..." I unbuckle myself, grabbing my book bag while exiting the police car.

"Love you too .." She sighs and I shake my head, exhaling as I walk up the steps to the school—casually surpassing some of the looks I was vividly given.

"If you think you can use me and get away with it, then you haven't been paying attention." I walk pass a girl sitting on a nearby bench on her phone. "Oh, you'll find out what I mean soon enough."

Ah, what's high school without your favorite melodramatic teen. .. And your everyday desperate burnout. "Sup Mami, what is your name?" A random guy with a buzz cut asks while stopping me.

"Please." I scoff while walking pass him.

Funny thing is, typically, I'd go through the whole week unseen and unheard. I was like an extra in a movie. You knew I was there but you hardly paid any attention to me. Clearly this wasn't the case.

"You." A tall grey haired man points at me as he approaches me. "What is that?"

I frown, "What's what?"

"That shirt. I'm sorry but that's against school policy."

I raise an eyebrow, slightly grabbing the bottom hemline of my shirt. "How is this against school policy ? It literally just says 'Question Authority ' there's no gun, no knife, not even vulgar words ..."

"Don't smart mouth me. Go change now."

"Are you serious?!" My tone raises, sending everyone around me in a frenzy of shocked looks and a bunch of 'oohs'.

I get frustrated and turn on my heels. But I feel him grab onto my wrist. "Let go of me!" I snatch my hand back.

"Hey hey hey!" Another man comes rushing through the crowd of students. He seemed to be a coach, going off of his track suit that he was currently wearing. "What's going on ??"

"She violated school dress code policy. So show her the way to detention."

"Dude it's literally my first day, what the hell??" I throw my hand up, in confusion.

"He's right though. Policy is policy. Come on." The coach gestures his head in the opposite direction. I sigh, following along down the hall. "So, it's your first day...how do you like it?"

"Funny ..." I say as he leads us to the room.

As we walk in I see a few people, mostly guys though. There was only one girl, I believe. Detention, for me, is seriously a waste of time. Especially in-school detention.

"Oomph, sorry." A guy with brown slicked back hair and a beauty mark below his right eye on his cheek bumps into us while trying to get inside.

"Whoa, wait." Coach stops him, making him turn around. "Who the hell are you?"

"Grover." He flashes a smile, holding out his hand. "Grover Jones." Coach doesn't shake it but looks down at his clipboard instead. "Okay.." Grover retracts his hand back, casually running his hand through his hair.

"Grover." Coach squints, looking over what seems to be a list of students. "..Grover Jones. Mm-mm. You're not on the list."