School. Who likes it anyway? Screw the person who invented it. Why can't we teach ourselves?
This was the exact conversation I had with my best friend, Emily Pokroerry, as we were walking in the commons, heading toward our fifth period. Although it is supported by a mega-millionaire, Cowell Academy has the crummiest grounds... it could use with some huge trees and bright colored flowers.
"I know what my dream classes would be," I told Emily, "First period: Beauty. Second period: Fashion. Third period: Algebra..." I got a look from Emily that kind of said "Ohmigawd, why?!"
"What? It's essential! Continuing... Between third and fourth period: Gourmet lunch served by One Direction. Fourth period: Boys. Fifth period: One Direction. And sixth period: Swim. How 'bout you?"
"I guess you have a good point of algebra..." she said, "But I would probably take Softball instead of Swim. Or maybe I will trade it in for Boys and One Direction in the same class." Then, she flipped her beautiful, silky brown hair and grinned from ear to ear.
I giggled and we tried to skip to our real fifth period. Why tried? Because Maddy stopped us.
Maddy is probably the biggest slut of Cowell Academy. You know those girls who attempt to have sex and do drugs and shove their leggings up their asses? She's exactly that kind of girl. Except ten times worse because I "stole" her boyfriend, Danny.
"Why hello, Danny Stealer." she snorted.
Emily sighed and rolled her eyes. I said, "Why hello, Slu... I mean Madison."
"Having fun partying with Danny?" Maddy snarled.
"Maddy. That was a month ago! Plus he came up to me and kissed me. I hate him! I tell you the same story every single time I talk to you. When is it going to get to that tiny, useless brain of yours?"
"Maybe when you tell the truth and brake up with Danny, it will get through my strong and powerful brain!"
"Uggghhh!" I said. I turned to Emily, "Come on, let's go."
We walked and talked our way to fifth period, which is science with Mr. Kleckner. The bell rang, telling the class to take your seats. Mr. Kleckner got his wrinkled, deteriorated body up from his desk. "COPY YOUR NOTES!" he shouted.
The whole class groaned. He is so cranky! Emily and I always wonder what his wife thinks of him. Speaking of him being cranky...
"I have graded your tests," he grumpily said, "And there were only two A's. One of which belonging to Miss Pokroerry..."
Emily immediately stood up, "Uh, excuse me?!" I tried holding in the giggles, "That's Mrs. Styles to you!" She's always wanted to do that. Don't laugh... don't laugh!
"SIT!" Mr. Kleckner grumbled. "Children..." he murmured under his breath. He keeps saying he has "superior eyesight due to the fact that I cannot see the colors red and green", but even I heard that and I am in the back of the classroom.
"The other, belonging to..." he started, but then he was cutoff by a vision of hottness standing in the doorway.
"Sorry I am late," he said.
