Bad Habits *SLOWLY EDITING*

Chapter 1: Black Boots

The winter storms were rolling in during the fourth period; the heavy grey sky was loaded with snow, ready to burst.The teacher, Mr Willow, was writing the laws of genetics on the blackboard with a small white piece of chalk. "This isn't going to be another health theory class, so, who can tell me the reason why two brunette parents can not have a blond child?"About three peoples hands shoot up in the air, regardless of the option of choosing one of those three people, Mr Willow asked me for the answer, "Excuse me?""Did you even hear the question?" Mr Willow says in a frustrated tone, crossing his arms over his chest."No" I replied cautiously. A few snickers sound from other students in the room but are cut short from the teachers' hard glare in their direction."Then maybe you should stop twirling your luscious red hair and listen," He announces, turning back to the blackboard to continue the class. "It is auburn," I mutter under my breath. It is a common mistake; the lighting can make my auburn hair look either brown or red, it still annoys me though."Excuse me?""She said 'it's auburn,' not red," Melissa replies, rather distastefully.Mr Willow stares at both of us before he continues with his lesson, someone else answers the question, but I have already refocused my gaze out of the window, looking out at the sky which has started snowing.After the fourth period, I walked to Melissa's locker with her. I grab my white snood to match my black thigh-high boots, denim jeans, blush coloured bell-sleeved shirt and black scrunchie holding up my 'luscious red hair' in a high ponytail that reaches my lower back.The fifth period was maths, my least favourite subject, even though it is my best subject, grade-wise. I absolutely hate everything about it, the teacher, Ms Clarke, and the work we are learning, or should I say relearning because our work for the semester is just recapping everything that we did last year.Most annoyingly, Ms Clarke acts as no one gets it why everyone is silent.During the lesson, I spend my time wisely staring at the back of Adam Richman's' perfect head. Unfortunately, Melissa is sitting right next to me and catches the look of my doe eyes before she wacks me that is holding up my head, and I loudly faceplant the desk.I loudly grunt, which brings attention to me. I hate attention, even though I'm considered 'popular' at our school somehow. Everyone looks at me like in confusion, I also collect some 'hushes' and 'shushes,' although Ms Clarke doesn't seem to notice and continues with her lesson. While rubbing my head, I turn and do a murderous glare at Melissa, who has all the right to be mad at me. It was her boyfriend, after all. When the bell rings for the lunch break, Ms Clarke calls "Vanessa Mills, to the front desk please," as if she was announcing it over the intercom. I watch Adam and Melissa walk off together happily, chatting and laughing."Yes?" At this point, I'm anxious about getting detention. I have perfect attendance and have never gotten detention before. "Do you have a slip for your unacceptable earrings today?" I visibly relax when she doesn't call me up for my 'class disturbance'."No, I don't," I answer honestly, already going to take them out."Well then, that is a warning but you either need to take them out, or hide them in your red-,""Auburn," I correct."Pardon," she raises a curious eyebrow at my correction, pausing from cleaning up her desk. "My hair colour is Auburn, not red, it is a correct statement to say 'Vanessa has auburn hair,' not red.""Thank you for the correction; you learn something every day, you still need to do something about those earrings though.""Will do," I mumble while walking out, but I couldn't get away so quickly."Oh and, Ms Mills" I stop in my path, slightly turning my head to make her aware that I am listening. "Next time, be a bit quieter please." I don't look at her face, but I can feel her smirking, even if she is a fifty-something-year-old teacher.I quickly but smoothly, partly run out of the classroom.

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