Generation Throwaway

Awkward situations = new friends

Max's POV

Oh god. I hate it here. I hate this. Who ever thought of the idea of school is evil. Honestly, who would come up with something as horrible as an Idea as this!? I guess For some reason one idiot thought it was a good idea to put lots of teenagers together to spend five grueling days a week together to 'learn'? I wish I could go back in time and kill who ever thought of the so called bright idea. I might sound negative but it's true, school sucks! Especially high school.....

I rest my elbow onto the desk and place my Cheek on my hand. I slightly start to doze off to the music not so softly playing through my ear phones when someone slaps me very hard on the back of the head, pretty much scaring the shit out of me and Dislodging one of my ear phones out of my ear in the process. I snap my head around and see my maths teacher Mr Maple staring down at me. I instantly relax and give him a half smile while taking my other ear phone out of my ear. He just looks down at me shaking his head.

"I'm glad you've finally joined us back in the real world miss sledger" He chuckles while crossing his arms. I lean back in my chair and cross one leg over the other.

"It's good to be back sir" I said giving him a cocky smile. Earning another shake of the head from my maths teacher. I could see all the classes eyes glued onto me, I can literally feel their eyes burning into my skull. Witch doesn't really scare me, it would normally confront most people but I'm used to the attention, people looking at me everywhere I go. You kind of expect it when you look like me. I glance around at my classmates and There gazes instantly turn away from me And back to their books sitting I front of them. Mr Maple turns and walks back to his desk at the front of the class room not even turning around as he speaks.

"Pay attention next time miss Sledger" He said to me shuffling behind his desk. "You just might learn something, although that would be a crime for you wouldn't it?" He asked

I place my hand over my heart "oh sir" I said with loving smile "you know me so well"

He chuckles at my response. Oh how I love Mr Maple, he's one of those teachers where you can just have a joke with. He's pretty much the only teacher who understands me and my ways. He was like me when he was my age, a 'punk' I guess you could say. He still is at heart, apparently, well that's what he says. You see me and Mr Maple are close, like smoking buddy's close. We always joke around, we have each others backs. It's a good teacher student relationship. Pretty much the best kind of relationship you can have in highschool, one that can get you good grades because your in their "good books". I tap my fingers anxiously as I sit back and lean in my chair, I glance at the clock to see there's only two minutes left of class. Causing a small smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. Sir must have noticed and realised what time if is because he went to announce that there will be a parade after lunch, Which is next. I roll my eyes at the unwelcome information. well I was planning to leave at lunch anyway. I normally don't stay for a full school day very often, I just find it a bore. School never really taught me anything, I learn a lot of things by myself because teachers never seemed to like my charming attitude... Note the sarcasm. The glorious sound of the school bell chimed and I flung my school bag over my shoulder and quickly ran as fast as I could towards the door.

I speed walked down the halls against the passing student who were giving me funny looks for going the wrong way at lunch time, but I just kept walking until I got to the girls bathroom. I shuffle past the three girls reapplying their makeup in the mirror and go into the closest stall. I unzip my bag and pull out my spare outfit I packed earlier, you know? Just incase I wanted to skip classes. I quickly slipped it on and stuffed my hideous school uniform into my bag. I looked down at my outfit. I wore a extremely oversized black jumper with a picture of Mike Dirnt slapping da bass ( if you don't know you the fuck I'm talking about, this guy is the bassist in THE band called Green Day...... Amazing musician & band :,) ) with a black velvety skater skirt and ripped tights underneath, followed by my favourite pair of studded creepers. I ran my fingers through my blonde hair and stepped out of the toilet stall to be greeted with the same three very bitchy girls that are still in here from when I came in. They look at me through the reflection of the mirror with absolute disgust written all over their faces. Wow. They can't even at least try to hide it? Not even just a little bit. I stroll over to the spare sink and wash my hands, even though I actually didn't go to the toilet but I still feel dirty. You don't know how unclean these toilets can get!! It's discusting!!