Wheels

Chapter II

"Smile!" Anthony said obnoxiously as he pretended to take a photo of me waiting at the bus stop.

"Would you quit it?" I snapped.

"Someone's salty." He whistled.

"Well I mean, it's totally not like we're returning to hell today." I responded, trying to fix my hair which I attempted to do nicely today. Obviously I failed. My hair is unpredictable.

The one thing about school that I actually don't mind is the socializing. Except if you're like me and have like 2 friends, you know that there's still really no point. I mean, I hate learning. We learn about things like slopes and how incest was completely normal for the pharaohs in Egypt thousands of years ago. I want to know how to order McDonald's on my own and how to tell tax on receipts. But no, of course we much go back to dissecting plants and learning periodic table elements.

"You're so ugly oh my gosh." Anthony said in a feminine voice trying to piss me off.

"Stop talking about yourself." I tried to comeback.

"I mean look at that attempt at an Instagram eyebrow. You could've at least used some decent product from Sephora." He continued sarcastically.

"Kill yourself." I playfully punched his shoulder.

"Oh my gosh look at that-"

"Don't even!" I cut him off.

"Come here." He opened his arms up and motioned for me to come closer. He wrapped his arms around me as he pretended to act like a good brother. "Ah I love being a complete asshole to you."

"Do you want me to take away your ability to have children?" I questioned as I could finally hear the bus coming from around the corner.

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At school stress decided to just take over my entire life once again. Being a senior is practically the worst thing possible. You've got to worry about being able to pass the year just so you can graduate and hopefully make it to some expensive college for law school or something.

I don't want that! Since I was 12 I always aspired to be something in the modeling industry or maybe even something in the acting industry. And though I may be too short to be a VS model, I just wanted to get away from living here in this hell hole.

"Lick lick lick lick. I want to eat your dick." Delphi sang from behind me as I frantically searched through my locker for a pair of earbuds for art class. What the hell? Where are they?

Oh Anthony.

"Hump me. Fuck me. Daddy better make me ch-" 

"Delphi I swear if you don't shut the hell up-"

"Whoa calm down cowboy. Are you on your period or something?" Delphi snorted.

"No! But I wish I was so I'd have a reason to be a bitch to you." I slammed my locker shut and ripped out my confusing as f schedule that can suck my ass.

Okay, maybe I am a bit of a bitch today.

My first class was History, and I've had the same teacher since my freshman year for this class. And he could care less about what you do. The whole time he just puts on movies that "relate" to the topic of what we're learning about and we don't have to pay attention if we don't want to.