Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 1

Home room. Nothing new. Just... school. I sigh and lay my head down on my desk. We're watching a video the whole time so no one would notice me taking a little nap. Right?

I awoke to the slap of a yard stick on my desk. Oh Shi--shoot! Wait- what do they do in movies again? Oh yeah!

"In Jesus name, amen." I said making the sign of the cross. "Yes ma'am, may I help you?" I ask, looking strait into the cold, dark eyes of my teacher. There really is just so much hate radiating off of her right now. She can't blame me for "praying". She humphs and walks away and plays the movie once more. Apparently, she stopped the whole class and focused the attention on me to embarrass/ get a reaction out of me. Well that certainly back fired huh Mrs.Bitch? I could get used to this. Shoving shit back in teachers' faces and making everyone laugh. I sit back and day-dream about such a fantasy, resting peace knowing no one will be bothering me.

The pitter-patter of the rain was quite relaxing. Then, thoughts from the other day start to seep into my mind. What if a tornado really does come? I don't have Lizzy with me. I only, I mean only, feel safe with her around. I get a twisted, nervous feeling in my stomach. Way down. All the way back to the deepest part of my spine. It tingles and I really don't like it. I'm insane! You really are insane, Brinna. Calm down that would never happen I chuckled nervously.

The bell rings and as I leave to my next class, I give my biggest, sweetest smile to that women and leave with a smirk on my face. Other kids stare at me but they don't know what the hell just happened in there.

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I really kind of sort of not at all want to go to next period. But I have to. But I don't want to. Wait.. what do people in movies do? Skip? Can I even do that? I know place... where children go... and teachers don't!

I walked into that dreaded end-of-the-hall restroom. Then one where they all disappear. Smoke clouded my vision, made my eyes want to water, made my throat want to cough, made my nose want to sneeze, but I didn't. There's people in here. There's a pale boy wearing all black, excusing the graphic red blood on his tee shirt. Wordlessly, the circle of druggies shifted. The half somber ones at least. Those who moved scooted the dazed. I wonder what's happened to them to be so spaced out. Then wordlessly again the pale boy got up to lock the door. As he sat back down, he passed me a item which I recognized to be a bong. When I gave him a quizzing look, he positioned my hands for me and helped me hold the roach to my lips. One word he uttered: "inhale"

I wanted to cough. To cry. To sneeze. But I didn't. So I slowly looked at the boy. He nodded and removed his hands from mine. I glanced around the circle. Many faces I didn't recognize. Except one. A major football jock. Why him? Isn't that illegal? Oh well. There are like ten people in here. Wow. I felt pale boy's eyes boring into me. Inhaled the smoke again. It was better this time. Easier. Funner. Hehe... funner. This was my first time. I didn't want them to know and I didn't want to stop.