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Chapter 2: Classroom disaster

Chapter 2

Classroom Disaster

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Monday can have tons of definitions. It is the second day of the week, a work day for others, could be someone's anniversary. Yada, yada, yada, etcetera. Well, as for me, Monday is the day when the gates of hell ― or school ― welcomed students into her grounds of doom, locked up inside her classrooms.

Inside the classroom, there is weeping and gnashing. It was more like free doom if you asked me. Yet, I had no choice but to attend into this pit hole considering that I was still a junior and my parents expected highly of me to attend college.

I did well in class, straight A student to be precise. But the only difference was that I was a tough, aggressive, uncooperative person-- a bad ass. I was far from nerd but I studied to please my parents. I'm not going to delay in school, risk my future, and hurl my parents aside. I studied to the point where I could but despite my grades, I couldn't reach the caliber of being a role model.

First of all, No teacher could tame me, I always found a way to elude to their scolding. Second, I made up my own rules in school. Third, I was pretty assertive, I didn't listen to their discussions. Fifth, been to detention a couple of times for minor reasons.

Let me rephrase that, petty and minor reasons. Being late for fifteen minutes was better than skipping class, laughing at a teacher's mistakes was better than gossiping about their other mistakes and their current mistake creating into a ball of mistakes, and, the pettiest reason I've ever been sent to detention was that the teacher preferred me out of his class. In short, he hated me.

Speaking of that teacher...

Mr. Bolt, that blonde mess of hair that reached onto his scrawny shoulders with matching pallid skin and droopy dark brown eyes. Honestly, If he would just worked out, cut his hair shorter and smiled a lot, he would have been better looking minus those eyes bags. I mean, I sometimes mistake them for bruises under those pair of eyes.

I should really stop thinking about Mr. Blot's possibility of being better looking, there is no hope.

I was locked up in his prison classroom right now and he didn't even want me here and it was pretty obvious considering the glum look on his face.

Let's get the facts straight. He was not fond of me, at all. Not now, and I guess, not ever.

I didn't like him, he didn't like me. He thought he was smart, he was a nitwit. He always sent me to detention and It's only an excuse for me to send me away from his class. The only reason why I was in his class and not in detention now was because my parents found out about as to why I had been sent to detention. Being the daughter of a successful mining company sure has its benefits. My parents have power and so did their magic. As a result, Mr. Bolt will have to suffer my presence.

Ha! Mr. Bolt could sulk, I didn't care. And I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

As the teacher discussed some boring topic about the do's and don'ts for next week's laboratory experiment, instead of feigning to listen to him blab non-stop; I looked out the window and found myself observing the beautiful, blue skies God had made surrounded with puffy, cotton candy like clouds adorned with its different hues of white depending on the thickness of the clouds and to where the light had beamed itself to making the view a lot more beautiful.

My eyes averted its gaze to an enormous tree just a few yards away. Just when I was admiring the pulpy green leaves, I heard a shrill call of my name. Spontaneously, I faced to where I heard the shrill sound and found Mr. Bolt's livid face mere inches away from my face.