Mia Is Me

It's hard being me. Every one expects the most out of you when your daddy's rich. It's not all that great. My dad can give two shits about me and my mother, eh, I don't know her.

-----school-----

I walk up to Maria as usual and give her the daily news on what we are doing in math. As I tell her that, her eyes wonder off to behind me. I turn around to see Jackson, my crush since, what, 1st grade? We'll anyways, he comes up to me and actually talks to me!

" hey, Mia, we are having a party this Saturday if you wanted to come, you know..." I cut him off.

"Sure, but are you asking me to go WITH you or just telling me?" I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but it did.

" we'll that's the thing, I wanted to know if you wanted to go, er, " he couldn't say it.

" yes, I will."

Eeee, I was so exited!

I can still remember the first time I saw him. It was in 1st grade. Jackson sat in front of me. We were making a macaroni necklace when the next thing I know, my face is stuck to the desk. Turns out if you rub glue on your face and put it on the desk, it will stick.

Anyways, he totally just asked me out!

I wonder if really does like me or if this is one of his friends pranks, but who cares! I like him and he likes me, we'll supposedly.

-----5th period-----

I walk up the third row and turn at the fourth seat, my seat. I hated Mrs.Monroe's class. She had a seating chart unlike all of my other classes.

"Ghhu, not you guys again." Mrs.Monroe blurts out. Mrs.Monroe practically hated us, literally!

"Layla, get in you seat!" Mrs.Monroe yelled. Another thing, she yells a lot.

I raise my hand, high enough to touch the ceiling, not really. Mrs.Monroe walks right past me as if she didn't notice. I wanted to slap her so hard for that, but as always I have to keep my anger inside. I then start waving my hand like a lunatic. THAT caught her attention. In honest words, she's a bitch. Yes I know I said it about a teacher, but it's true. We all have that ONE teacher!

"Yes Mia?" Mrs.Monroe sounded like an alligator choking on a duck, for reals.

I really wanted to ask if u could be excused for life, but you know, that would never happen.

"Can i borrow a pencil?" I asked that on purpose.

Mrs.Monroe hates it when you don't have a pencil. She gives this long speech at least once a week about how we are supposed to bring 5 pencils to school each day so you don't need to borrow. Try telling that to, um, let's see, EVERYONE! I'm not the only one.

"No, you may not. You are supposed to bring 5 pencils to school each day, no exceptions!"

Told ya.