Karma

Even More?

I got most of the blood from my sleeves washed out, but now it's literally drenched in water.

I hovered beneath the hand drying machinr and placed my arms there.

The bathroom door suddenly creaked.
OH SHIT SOMEONE'S COMING.
But my stupid self was too surprised to move.
Someone walked in and looked at me like I was crazy.
I admit, I probably did look stupid.

Way to make a first impression.
When that guy saw how stupid I was he immediately left.
Welp, now all his friends are gonna know.

My sleeves dried in about 5 minutes.
And in those 5 minutes, two more people walked in.
I wanted to bury myself in a hole.

I shamefully exited the bathroom and sat on the nearest bench.
If one of the teachers walked by, they'd think that I ditched class on the first day of school.
So should I just go to class late to avoid further trouble?

But the last time I arrived late in freshman year, one of the teachers yelled at me and I got detention.
Ah, oh well.

I'm gonna go to class. I'm like 10 minutes late.

When I reached the English class door, I suddenly had a urge to sleep.
Man, I seriously hate words.
I'm not even learning yet.

As soon as I walked in, the a middle-aged woman's head swiveled towards me in displeasure.
Oh I'm gonna get my head chewed off.

Then her face softened.

"Raymond right? Welcome welcome!" She chirped.
Wasn't expecting that at all.

"I'm Ms. Becky.." She introduced, and leaned close to my ear.
I felt myself shuddering a bit.
"But you can call me by my first name...Trisha."

Oh my god. She reminds me of Agent 8.
MS. BECKY IS LITERALLY LIKE 40 YEARS OLD.

I already hate this class.
And the fact that it's English class too doesn't make it any better.
I ignored her and turned around quickly to face the class.
I'm hoping that she takes the hint that I am not in the slightest interested in her.

"Good morning, sorry I'm late. My name is Raymond Lyder." I said to Ms. Becky, but I was facing the class.
The class seemed to think I was talking to them though because they all nodded quickly.

I quickly sat down, fumbling my thumbs.
I haven't been in school since forever and I already feel eyes on me.
This is so uncomfortable.

The teacher cleared her throat and started to talk, but I didn't even know what the heck she was saying. I started wondering about other random things.

Like I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get a paper thrown at me soon. Not just any piece. That tiny evil piece of paper will be full of threats and insults to poor old me.

Then suddenly, as I expected, a crumbled piece of pink paper was tossed on my desk.
I gasped. FUCKING CALLED IT.

Is it...a DECLARATION OF WAR?
I looked around quickly to find the giant guy that was going to attempt beat me up, but no one was glancing my way.

Weird...
Oh I get it. This guy must've been a martial arts master or some shit.
I really can't be sure how dangerous these people in this school actually are.
So I'm on the lookout.