The Girl In The Coffee Shop

The Girl In The Coffee Shop - "Well, fuck!"

I smile as the bell rings, letting me leave the cage I'm stuck in for seven hours a day, five days a week, its too long to keep a person trapped indoors and deny access to the outside world.

"Ms. Woods, can you come here before you leave?" I look up and see my history teacher looking at me while everyone else was to busy packing up and leaving the room I desperately want to get out of.

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" Mr. Johns is the youngest teacher at Bayview High school, and by far the best looking one too. He was about mid-twenty, almost every girl takes this class just to see him unlike me, I'm taking it for credits.

"Your grade-"I watch as he holds up the recent test we had taken yesterday, I had studied for that test all weekend and it payed off. "-Another perfect A." I really didn't see the problem with what he was trying to hint at me.

"What I seem to be teaching you, seems like child's work. I think you should start taking college courses, me and a few other teachers have been talking and think you can be taking harder courses." I knew what teachers he was talking about, all of them, they tell me everyday that I could be doing so much more harder things but for some reason I keep denying them.

"Thanks Mr. Jones, but no thanks. I'd rather be in a class with my friends and classmates instead of people I don't know." It was all a lie, I had no friends. I've know half these people since diapers and they don't even know who I am.

"Not to offend you Ms. Woods but I haven't seen you interact with another student unless if they could snatch the answers off your paper." I'm not surprised if all the teachers noticed this.

"Thanks Mr. Jones, but no thanks." I ended it at that and made my way out of the classroom and into the empty halls, everyone would be long gone by now. I made my way down the long hallway and took a right, I locked my eyes with my locker and my pace quickened.

I unlocked my lock with one hand as my other struggles to hold my huge textbook and my three huge notebooks full of notes, and only half the school year has gone by.

I packed away all my homework into my backpack, I sling it onto my back and it weighs me down.

"Perfect!" I started my long journey to the doors to lead me out of this place, I love learning and all but I have my limits just like everyone else in the world. Everyone needs a break, but no one really understands what I need.

After walking with bricks in my bag I can finally set it down into my car. My parents bought it for me when I was fifteen, my father brought me to a car show and they were auctioning an old Ford Mustang '70 and I wanted it so bad. My fathers a rich man and bought it for me instantly when he saw my reaction to the car.

He had gotten it pimped out for me so now it a a black Ford Mustang with black leather seats and a whole lot more add ons.

I walk over to the drivers side when I heard yelling coming from the school, I look and see no one but noticed a few stray bodies by the bleachers.

"Football player." I grumbled underneath my breath. They defiantly give me the most crap during the day, but their brains are to tiny to process what they are doing is bullying.

I ignored them and got into my car. I smiled as the car roared to life. I pulled out of my parking spot and followed the route I took everyday to Calvin's Coffee shop.

I found this cafe when I was running away from the football players. They had gotten out of practice early and noticed me walking and decided it be fun to try and catch me and do who knows what, but a problem for them. I'm not a slow runner, anything from it. I was in track and cross country for five years on varsity, I earned many scholarships from it but I don't want to go to college for running. I want to go for academics and get far away from this town and my parents.