In a Not So Perfect World

I really don't care

Rosalyn'sPOV:

I walked in to class the next day with my hair a deep brown color. It wasn't natural but I didn't care. It looked better than the blonde bird's nest that previously resided on my head. It was third period I had only just got there about two minutes ago today because I really didn't want to go to school but I got bored at home so here I am, just in time for phys. Ed. That guy Jason had been placed in my class so we ended up talking a lot. He seemed friendly enough but I'm not exactly the sweetest chocolate in the box. I'm not really sure what to think about him just yet. So anyway I walk into the gym in a relatively good mood seeing as I haven't had to deal with the school's resident idiots yet and Coach Brian was yelling his head off. Believe it or not I'm captain of the girls' volleyball team and Coach's favorite student, which is good since this is the only class I'm not failing. I know I'm smart and even though people tell me I'm "Not living up to my academic potential" and all that other bullshit, it doesn't change the fact that I just have better things to do with my time. I'm getting off topic. Again. I assumed what I call my "I don't give a fuck" stance and waited for coach to be done or until he lost his voice which thankfully or sadly it was the latter.

"Alright you ungrateful idiots Coach Rosalyn's here to teach you a wonderfully aggressive game that goes by the name of hockey. I'll pick the team's, alright. You, you, you, Dan, Josh and Jamie will be team one and you, you, no not you the other one with the dorky glasses, Jason, Marilyn and me will be team two. Everyone else sit your asses down somewhere out of the way."

"What makes you think you can do this Rosalyn you just got here and Coach didn't tell you to do this." said some wise ass from the bleachers. "It doesn't matter how it happened just be glad you don't have to run two miles before your next class. Anyway Coach seems happy with the idea. Right Coach." I got a silent nod in response. "Alright bitches, let's do this." 

I walked out of there sweaty and victorious. Mike ended up with a bloody nose thanks to yours truly for attempting to push me. He should've known better.