Sierra didn't understand why people felt the need to force kids to go to school. As if we really care about our futures so much that we would sit in school for 8-9 hours and actually listen to what ever the teachers were saying with any interest what so ever.
That's what she was thinking about during her second hour health class. the teacher was so boring, and not the normal kind. This was something else entirely. This this was a mind numbing, brain-cell killing, bored.
At that moment, she began another rant inside her head. What else was she going to do? Pay attention to what the teacher was telling her? Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Back to the rant, Sierra was mad that she couldn't just walk out of the class room and make her own decisions about how she wanted to spend her day, just because she wasn't eighteen yet. And what was with this eighteen and your an adult thing anyways. As if as soon as you turn eighteen you are suddenly going to start acting all mature, how are you supposed to know how to act like an adult when you are surrounded by kids all day. And-
Sierra's thoughts were interrupted by the bell that signaled that she was free to go to her next class. Her computer class was next, which made her very happy, because she was a hacker. Well hacker in training she still had a lot to learn, but she could do a lot with the simplist of computers. She could even turn on the fire alarms, which came in handy when things got really annoying during class. She could also control another persons computer from anywhere she had a computer, or even some cellphones she could pull it off with. It just took a lot of patience.
She left the health teacher's room with a relieved sigh and made her way to the computer room where she felt at home surrounded by the hum of computer monitors. She made her way to the door and smiled at the computer teacher who did not smile back. One thing you should know about him was that he did not like Sierra, at all.
His name was Mr. Jones, he had black hair, almost as dark as hers, and light blue eyes. On the first day of school about six months earlier he was the new computer teacher, he was happy about his new job and he liked all the students he had met and they seamed to like him. Until his third hour class started to arrive and this girl wearing nothing but black walked into his classroom. Sierra smiled at him, a strange look in her eye, and he smiled back. He thought nothing of it until about half way through the lesson, the smart board in the class room suddenly shut off, he looked at his computer to see that that was off too. Then, he heard laughing coming from the back of the room. He looked over and there was the girl wearing all black, sitting behind her computer barely controlling the urge to let out another burst of giggles.
He knew then what was going on, the only way she could have gotten into his computer was if she was a really skilled hacker.
It seamed that from then on, he was always trying to get evidence against her to prove what she did or confront her about it. She didn't know, but lack of proof didn't stop him from trying.
Sierra went to sit down at her computer, probably the most secure computer out side the presidents own computer, ( Which was not as hard as you might think, we are up to some pretty hinky things though.) She logged in and started tormenting the teachers (always a fun thing to do when you were just bored because of half of them).
She no longer bothered Mr. Jones, because he was a fellow computer geek, but the other teachers were fare game. She sent the math teacher a small virus, nothing too big just something that would make her internet stop working for a while, just too annoy her. Next, she decided to mess with the health teacher for making that class so unbelievably boring.
She just got past the security system on the computer when Mr. Jones interrupted, "Sierra, that doesn't look like the assignment I gave you."
"Its not, I finished that, see?" She pulled up the completed assignment and showed it to him, having finished it the night before.
"Fuck." he swore under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Jones?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, between clenched teeth." nice job."
She knew why he was so mad, though. He thought he'd finally had the proof he needed that she turned off his computer that first day of school. He was always on his computer, trying to get proof of this. She knew this, because she would nudge her way into his computer everyday to make sure he hadn't found anything out that could be used against her. Even though she knew he probably wasn't going to find anything , a girl can't be too careful, right?
Usually, after he thought he'd found something and it turned out to be nothing he just stormed away, but today he just looked at her face and showed no signs of moving. After about thirty seconds of this, she couldn't take it anymore.
"What?" she finally asked, when he showed no signs of going anywhere.
"Sierra..." he said with some hesitation."what happened to your face?"
She had almost forgotten about the bruise her mother had given her the other day. "Oh nothing," she said in a rush. "I just fell, that's all." She clicked a few things on her computer and turned it off. She turned to walk out of the room.
"Sierra, are you sure that's all that happened happened?" he asked her with a look of worry in his eyes. Instead of the usual look of loathing, that she always found there.
"Yeah," she said, avoiding eye contact. "I have to go to my locker. Bye, Mr. Jones."
"Bye, Sierra, see you."
She walked out of the room, when she looked back he had this look that told her he didn't believe it. He knew she wan't telling the truth. She never was much of a liar. How stupid could she be for not covering up the bruise? She didn't even really know why her mother had hit her this time, everything Sierra said just seamed to make her more angry, but at this point she was used to being used as a punching bag. Her mother had been hitting her ever since her dad left, three years ago. She promised herself, though, that one day she would find him. She just had to prepare herself for what might happen when she did find him. The last time she talked to him she had said some cruel things
When she got to her locker, her friends were waiting for her. Their names were Willow and Sabrina. They were sisters, Willow was a year younger than Sabrina, but they were so much alike that when anybody met them, they'd think they were twins.
They took a look at the new bruise, and she could tell by the look on their's that they would spend the rest of the day trying to convince her to come stay at their house for a couple of days, but Sierra knew that it would just make her mom even angrier.
"What happened this time?" they both said at once.
"I don't know," Sierra said quietly, "she just hit me. How are you guys doing?" she said, attempting to change the subject, they both ignored her question.
"Why don't you stay at our house tonight," Willow said.
"You guys know that would just get her more pissed off than she already is," Sierra said in a 'just drop it' kind of tone.
"You need to get out of there, Sierra, or one of these days she's going to kill you," said Sabrina.
"I know," said sierra, "and I will, the second I turn eighteen I'm out of there. Oh shit, i'm going to be late" she said, and walked off before they could say anything else to try convince her to come to their house for the night. In truth she'd like nothing more than to go over to there house, and be able to stop worrying. even an hour was enough to make her think she'd be okay, that she wasn't as worthless as she thought, as her mom tried daily to convince her.
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My third hour computer Class (Being re-written)
Teen Fictionsierra could not have been more different from the people around her. she could hack her way into any system, just give her a computer and suddenly she has the presidents private schedule. so she has no idea why she was put into the computer class w...