That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter One] Sass

Song: My Medicine by The Pretty Reckless

Chapter One.

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People say that since we're young,, we should enjoy life as it is. But what the hell do they know? What, just because I'm young I automatically have to be happy everyday? Yeah, no, that's complete bullshit. Just because I'm sixteen doesn't mean that I have to look at life as a bunch of rainbows and fucking butterflies. I don't see life like that. I see life as nothing but a giant fucking obstacle that's pretty much pointless.

I'm not saying that life is pointless. It isn't, there's a reason why each and every one of us are created and put on this planet. I'm just saying that sometimes, school and things like that seem pointless. We go to school for twelve or more years, but the thing that pisses me off is that we're expected to know what we want to do with our life by the age of eighteen. That's less than two years away and I have no idea what the hell I want to do with myself. I know that I'm good at certain things, but what happens when I try and don't succeed? All that hard work and studying for nothing- completely wasted.

But, by law, I have to be at school, and that's the only reason why I'm sitting in this uncomfortable black seat, surrounded by people who care less about the correct way to use English grammar. Most of my 'peers' are on their phones- texting and chatting away with their other friends from other classrooms who also don't give a shit about what the teacher is talking about.

Not everyone in this class is a complete slacker. There are a few kids who actually give a shit about their future. Those kids always sit in the front where they can hear the teacher better. Where they don't have to deal with us 'slackers'. It's not that I don't care about my future, I just can't seem to focus on any of the crap that the English teacher, Ms. Collins, is talking about. Her voice is high pitched and nasally, all it does is annoy the crap out of me.

My eyes wandered away from the green chalkboard and towards the window to my right. Lucky for me, I had a window seat in this class so I had somewhere to look when I didn't want to stare at Ms. Collins' mole she had on the corner of her lip. The window gave a view to the courtyard outside. It wasn't much of a view, but it sure as hell was better than looking at her mole. I don't mean to come off as bitch, but it really can be distracting.

I suddenly spotted Principal James standing towards the entrance of the courtyard- a short, petite figure standing beside him. I couldn't quite see who the figure was. All I was able to make out was the fact that the figure had bright red hair. Dyed, of course, but it looked nice on whoever it was.

"Parker!" Ms. Collins' sharp voice suddenly ripped through the silence, the sudden noise causing me to jump in my seat I looked over to the front of the classroom where Ms. Collins was standing, her hands placed on her hips as she glared at me from across the room. "Well, Lydia, since you seem to be paying so much attention, can you answer the question I just asked?"

My closed fist pressed against my cheek, a look of 'I-Honestly-Don't-Care' marking my facial expression. "Uhm, can you at least repeat the question?" I asked, my eyes flickering towards the hand clock that hung over the classroom door. Thankfully, class was over in less than a minute. All I have to do is stall Ms. Collins until then. "Truthfully, Debra, I wasn't paying attention, you and I both know that. Why must you pick on me, though? There are plenty of other idiots in this classroom. Here, give Willy over there a chance to prove his idiocy to you." I smirked, my head nudging in the direction of William Moore, a stoner who's usually never present to class, but for some reason, he decided to show up today. I have nothing against Willy, but he always smells like a giant bag of weed, hasn't he heard of some god damn cologne? Christmas is next month so I might as well get him some cheap cologne.