On Our Own

Chapter 25

"Leah I swear to God if you don't get out of the bathroom I'm gonna break this door down," Matt yelled.

I groaned and put my things away. I opened the door, and as soon as the door opened Matt ran in and started peeing.

"Eww Matt, come on," I said, making a face.

"All the other bathrooms were full and I knew you'd open the door," he said grinning.

I threw a roll of toilet paper at his head and left.

I went back to my room and changed into black jeans, and a blue hoodie. I put on my beat up converse and grabbed my bag. Quickly shoving all my stuff in the bag, I then raced downstairs.

"Leah, so nice of you to join us," Jess said teasingly.

"Sorry, I overslept," I said sheepishly.

"Go grab something to eat, we have to go," she said.

I nodded. I went into the kitchen and Monica had a bagel in her hand for me. I thanked her and joined everyone in the garage. Everyone got in the cars and we went to school.

"Leah I think you have toothpaste on your face," Jack said.

"What?" I groaned and when we got to a red light I stopped and cleaned my face. "I hate school," I muttered.

"Don't we all," Liam said.

"This kind of stress was why I didn't want to take hard classes this year," I complained.

"Then why did you?" Liam asked.

"Because I want to go to college," I replied.

"Is it that competitive?" Matt asked.

"I swear, you could work for NASA and go to Mars, and a school could still reject you," I said rolling my eyes.

"And you're just a detention loving foster kid," Liam said with a smirk.

I glared at him and quickly slammed the breaks so his head hit the seat in front of him.

"Hey!" he yelled.

I laughed and everyone else smiled and shook their heads. It was moments like these that lowered my stress a bit. I smiled as we walked into school.

I went to my first period, Psychology. Ethan had told me that this was an easy class, but maybe that was because he liked it. I didn't mind the class, it was just a lot of notes and memorization. It didn't help that no one liked me and I had no partner. The teacher didn't like me, maybe he heard my track record, so put me in the back by myself. So naturally, with no one to stop me, I just doodled in my notebook during class and taught myself at home.

That was typical when teachers were bad. Some were good, the ones that cared. Other were awful and did nothing to actually teach us. Those were the teachers whose classes I had to teach myself in and this class was no exception.

I opened my notebook as the teacher started lecturing, while he talked about the placebo effect I drew roses and while he explained the importance of them in clinical trials, I drew the Boston Bruins logo.

The second that class was over, I was the first kid out of the room and off to English Literature, I actually didn't mind the class. My teacher was a bit pretentious but tolerable and I was actually enjoying it. We were reading poetry right now.

I pulled out the poem we were currently reading and started my essay analyzing it. The teacher was explaining the poem to the class, but I understood it from the start. By the time he told the rest of the students to start I was already on my last paragraph, and I was already done when the teacher came along to check how far we had gotten. He got to me and noticed I was finished and doodling in my notebook. He picked up my essay and read it.