I sighed as Nick pushed me into his locker. "I'm going to beat your ass Nig--."
I cocked an eyebrow "Don't say it Nick or I'll punch you so hard your mom won't even want to look at you." Nick looked pissed and he showed it after I said the insult he clutched his fist and swung a left hook, I ducked and kicked him in the shin, satisfied with his grunts of pain.
(Me and Nick used to be friends but now, it's kind of this so...)
Nick continued to hold onto his shin, and I could tell his eyes were getting misty I could either help him up and apologize or I could leave him in pain, I decided the second one. I smiled and just looked at him chuckling quietly after I got bored I decided to go to my first period(home room class).
Once I made it to the door I stopped, I don't know why but I did. After a few seconds I walked into a student empty classroom with my teacher, Ms. Burran waiting, she's the only young, pretty and way to smart for her own good teacher here, She's twenty-five, and she got all of he teaching degrees at the age of seventeen, so talk about smart. "Hi, Ashlee Burran." I said softly. She gave me a sweet smile after raising her head to look at me. She was reading PaperTowns. "Hi sweetheart, do you need to talk? Or extra work?"
"Nah just chillin'." I said as I sat at my assigned seat while pulling my phone from my pocket. "forty five notifications" I said to myself.
After scrolling through them I relaxed. "So that girl you continue to stare at during class, what's going on with that." Ms.Burran asked in a seductive voice.
I quickly opened my eyes and got stiff "Well, heh, see uh... Don't worry about." I retaliated. Ms Burran got up, sat on my desk, and crossed her legs, then she ruffled my hair and giggled. "Whatever just don't end up failing my class or doing anything risky, you are my favorite and best student." I blushed "I won't. Promise." She smiled and got her purse "you know class doesn't start till another thirty minutes. I can go to chick-fil-a and get us a biscuit sandwich, how many do you want?" she asked
"three like always Ms.Burran, thank you." I said smiling,
She smiled back and left.
"Man I have the best teacher." I whispered to myself
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Not All Who Wander Are Lost.
Teen FictionKal which is short for Kalen which is short for Kalento, is living life as a teen, which he doesn't quite like, as he soon have tog to through depression, and understand the true meaning of demons,