Its been several weeks since i was a saggy carton of orange juice.
I've had a few other classes with other teachers which i dont mind.
Its just that theirs aren't boring and Mr. Morris's is.
"ALYA!"
Huh? Huh what?
"WAKE THE F*CK UP!" Mr Morris shook me, out of my usual daydream. He's not a very nice teacher, as you can imagine. He's the opposite of a good teacher. Like nightmares combined... Like...
"ALYA!" A voice screamed.
"Huh?"
Mr Morris raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"For the TWENTIETH time could you answer the question?"
I looked up, confused. "Whats the question?"
Mr Morris looked down and grumbled. "Go to hell Alya. No one needs you."
I stared at him shocked. He was supposed to be a teacher, not a fucking rude ass dick! I looked behind me. Sabrina was smiling. I bet she set him up to it. For sex, i mean. Thats what the girls do at this school if the teacher thinks they're sexy and they want a good grade. Not me though. 99% of them.
"Sir, why dont you go to hell? You can take Sabrina with you. Im sure she'd-" I was rudely interrupted by the loudspeaker, saying next class was cancelled and that we had to go straight to our dorms.
My dorm roomwas small. At least I got my own. It had a tall bookcase, with a tv crammed inside with the books. A single bed laid at the side with its floral bedsheets. I had a small desk pushed next to the case, and a small built in closet with mirrors as doors. My bedside table was 2nd hand, which i stuck stickers on.
It was a messy, childlike room, but it made me feel like home.
As cheesy as it is, thats where the heart is.
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Go 2 Hell 👑
Ficção AdolescenteS N E A K P E E K Alya. Normal girl. Gets bullied, such and such. Whats not so normal? Her personality. Her leisures. Whatever she does, right or wrong, she gets the blame. A U T H O R 'S N O T E This book is basically what i've been feeling lik...
