Chapter 11

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Chapter 11:

            I’ve only been at Kaytez High for a month when it feels like forever. I’m tired of the stares people give me and I’m sick of the rumors. Why would someone start rumors about me? People say that I’m psycho and I’m going to hurt Anthony; I’m just waiting for the right time. Smh. These people. Anthony and I have actually been pretty happy aside from these annoying people. We’ve been happy but we haven’t made it official. I’m too scared to jump into another relationship so soon after that jerk Devin.

            He walks me to my homeroom. We’re supposed to be getting our grades for the first 3 weeks. “Good luck.” He says and kisses my cheek. It’s so cute because he doesn’t always make me kiss him on his lips like Devin used to. It could never be just a cute little cheek kiss. “Same to you.” I answered back as he walked away. I smiled and walked into the classroom. Of course people are staring at me and I just walk pass them. After the bell rings, the teacher starts giving out progress reports. When I get mine, I am a little taken back by a certain grade. My art grade was a low C. “That witch!” I yelled out loud. I didn’t mean to but it came out. How could she give me a 72 after all the hard and good work I do in her class. “Ms. Jones.” My teacher says giving me a look that says to shut up and sit down. I had stood up looking at the paper in amazement. Not the good amazement. “I am so going to kill her.” I whispered to myself. I glance at Jocelyn who’s looking at me smiling like she’s won a prize.

            When the bell rang for first period, I shot out of the room first. I need to confront the witch. I storm into her classroom and find her sitting at her messy desk looking at her computer. “Yea keep looking at it and it better change my grade.” I blurt out. Damn it, Skai. How is that helping? “Excuse you? Who do you think you’re talking to?” she asks now getting up in my face. She’s so childish. “Change my grade. You know I deserve better than a 72. The other art teachers are pleased with my work.” I say gaining attention from the other 6 students in the class so far. “You got what I felt you deserve an it’s sticking that way.” She says and brushes past me. “I don’t care if you don’t like me but you are NOT going to mess with my grade.” I say and leave her class. “You better have a pass when you get back.” She calls after me. I march straight to the principal’s office. I have to talk to him because I am a straight A student and I refuse to have such a grade in art.

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            “She gave you a C?” my mom flipped. “Who the hell is she to mess with tour grade?” I had to tell my mom. She has never known me to make such a grade and she was pissed. “She’s cool with Staci so she doesn’t like me.” I say. Staci got a perfect 100 when she doesn’t do anything but talk to the witch. “I’m going to the principal.” My mom says. “I did already. He says there’s nothing I can do until the next grading period. If I have no proof that she’s messing with my grade, the grade stays.” My mom paces across the kitchen. If it’s one thing she hates, it’s when her kids are played. “I’m going to fix this ok?” she says. She leaves the kitchen and goes down the hall to her room.

            “What are you gonna do?” Anthony asks. I called him after I spoke with my mom. “I don’t know. What can I do?” I ask. We were silent for a minute. “Record her!” Anthony yells scaring the crap out of me. “Damn it Anthony.” I say annoyed but not really wanting to. “What do you even mean, record her?” “Sorry. Use your recording app on your phone when you talk to her. Then you have proof that she doesn’t like you and give it the principal.” He says. That’s such a basic idea and I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. “Wow, I really should’ve thought of that.” I say sounding really silly. I thank God for technology. We talked for about another hour before he had to go.

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