I went to conferences yesterday, and, guess what? I got straight A's. Well, I have an -A in Social studies, but the teacher make us think too much and I'm in a higher class so whatever. There's much more thinking in that class than math anyway. None of the teachers said anything negative, although one said I read in class and don't pay attention, ( duh, I need ideas for my story) then she said i'm so smart it hardly affect my grades.
I am so happy today, I think I'll make this a tad longer.
VOTE AND COMMENT.
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Chaper 45
" stop messin with us," Nini said. Boy, were they a sight to see. They weren't wearing the clothes I ruined, I guess their friends lent them clothes, but their hair was was tinted red. Their whole body look sticky, and a more natural red. Maybe they tried to scrub the sugar and spice off.
" what do you mean?" I decided to play dumb. I don't know if the principal is hiding around the corner, waiting for me to confess.
" you know what we mean. What do you want?" Bruce said.
" I want you guys to apologize." I said.
" we're sorry, there now can you stop," Bruce said.
" oh please, don't you know Zoey at all? What do you want us to do? Our popularity can't be more damaged." Nini said. She's way more manipulative than Bruce.
" wanna bet?" I said. She roll her eyes.
" whatever, what do you want?" Nini said.
" I'm going write a script. You are going to follow the script. Meet me on the roof five minutes before the final bell. Remember, I don't know what youre talking about, but you asked me what I wanted, so you are doing this voluntarily." I said and laugh like an evil maniac, you know, like Rico's evil laugh in Hannah Montana. I run to my locker to get my stuff and run to class. The bell ring a second before I walk in the classroom.
" I'm sorry for being late, I'm new" I said quickly. He's starting to scare what with his eyes glaring at me and his red and his fist clenched. He look like he's ready to kill.
" you're Zoey?" he said, I nod." well, Zoey, you just earned yourself a detention."
" what? I was a second late. That's just unreasonable," I glare at the teacher as he write a detention slip.
" I'll just have to make that two for talking back," my mouth drop. Can you believe him?" go to your seat," he point to a seat in the back of the room. I notice that another seat was empty and give me my detention slips. I wonder why. I sit down just as the door open and strollong in came Bruce.
" sorry I'm late." Bruce said. I expect the teacher to be yelling at Bruce and giving him the whole pad of the detetion slip, but he just ignore Bruce. My jaw drop again.
" Bruce just came in late. Why didn't you give him detention?" I point to Bruce.
" two detentions for you, Ms. Pham. One for talking out of turn and one for rude manners, don't point."
" you didn't answer my question,"
" three it is," I shut my mouth, not wanting another detetion. Seriosly! Five detention slip in the first three minutes of this class. That's a record for Phillip and I. I convince my self that he just hate all new students. I couldn't blame him. My old teachers at BSH are all on a treacherous seasaw that goes to the extremes. One second they hate me, because I destracted the whole class and sometime the while school. Another second they love me. Because I just turned in the beat paper/project/assignment they have ever seen. Well, I'll just tip this teacher to the good side.
