The Playground Swing

Chelsea

Great, more homework from the stupid biology teacher. This is the third lot this week! I think teachers think we have no social life, which is why we’re given so much, but to be honest I think that they only make us do homework because they have nothing better to do.

I’m Chelsea Marshall; I’m 15 and attend Monroe High in Florida. I wasn’t exactly what you would call popular but as I’ve had my braces removed and gotten contact lenses let’s say I’ve moved up a bit on the chain.

I have brown (now straight) long hair. My eyes are brown, not that I am what you would call, beautified, one would compare me to a young Selena Gomez. My best friend is Layla Caine, blonde hair, pretty, we’re pretty much Taylor swift And Selena Gomez.

I turned around and I looked at Layla, and that one time for the whole lesson the teacher saw me.

“Miss Marshall, can you tell me what is so interesting about Miss Caine?

Shit.

“Sorry Miss”

She turned back to the blackboard and I pulled a face. Unfortunately teacher’s pet and most popular girl Georgia saw me.

“Miss” She said smirking while putting her hand up.

“Yes Georgia?” Georgia was the only student Miss Payle ever called by her first name.

“Chelsea pulled a face at you”

“I did not!” I protested.

“Detention Miss Marshall!” I groaned and pulled the finger at her under my desk, luckily no one saw. I looked back a Layla and she gave me the nod.

“Miss I have a sore stomach!”

“Oh Layla that’s the third time this week, are you sure that you aren’t feeling menstrual pains?” She asked. The class erupted into fits of laughter. Layla went bright red.

“Oh Miss I’m sure” She said through clenched teeth.

“Fine, take a buddy to the sick room” She looked up at me. And I got up and left with her.

“Thanks” I gave her a hug.

“Don’t mention it.” Then we did what we would always do, go to the sick room and hang out until the end of school.

Miss Payle came and checked on us and said Layla might need to go home, then Layla said I might have to come with her cause she was home alone and needed looking after. So now my detention is cancelled so I can go home and look after my ‘sick’ friend.

I got home, Layla with me, I checked the clock. 3:30. it had only taken me 30 minutes to get home. I dumped my stuff in my room and when I came out and Layla had made herself a sandwich so I sat next to her and ate an apple.

We sat and talked about school, for an hour or so. Then my 10 year old brother Daniel got home from his friend’s place.

“Hey Sea Monster. Hey Layla” he greeted us.

I rolled my eyes.

“Hi Twerp.” We had a very intimate younger brother, older sister relationship as you can see.

“Hi Dan” I swear she had a better friendship with him, than what I have.

We walked into my room and lay on my bed and started talking about school.

“I can’t believe she’s giving us homework, school has just started!”

“I know right, but we have got some hotties in our class this year”