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I looked up at the two double doors of liberty high. Why did they even call it that? What did that word even mean? Because I know it sure as hell wasn't implied here. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was being implied a bit too much.
Liberty high was literal hell.
I walked into the school and to my locker rolling my eyes at the jocks tossing around footballs or basketballs. Whatever the hell they played. I finally got to my locker as Marcus walked up to me. "Who's your new girl today Marcus?" I said sarcastically to him. He rolled his eyes. "Haha very funny, Brooke. Always nice to see you." He said. "Well I've never heard that one." I joked.
I heard the first bell go off. "Shit, I know it's first bell but I gotta get to class. If I'm late again I'll get detention." I said and closed my locker running off. I accidentally bumped into someone. Not hard enough to knock either of us down but they turned around glaring at me until their frown turned into a smile.
"Listen, I don't have time for this so let's just say "sorry my bad" and get on with our day okay?" I smiled politely at the jock.
"Well, okay then.." he chewed on his lower lip. I shifted my weight as I became anxious. "My bad..." he trailed off. "Brooke!" I groaned. "My bad Brooke. It'll never happen again." He grinned.
"Well, you can't promise that when you go to schools that have 5 minute bells." I smirked.
