[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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I turned a page over while giving Mrs. Stephani a stink eye. It seemed unfair that while we were burdened with the heavy task of reading a stupid history chapter about some indigenous colonisation period; she sat comfortably on her desk grading some junior test papers while enjoying a cup of tea.
Bullshit! That's what I call this.
How come she is allowed to sip a cup of tea but I can't chew a gum? Where is that so called talk about setting an example gone now huh ?
And why on earth should I waste my time reading about some stupid fight that took place eons before my birth that has nothing to do with today's world.
Who cares about history anyways? It's history!
People cannot even learn from a mistake they might have committed an hour ago and here these useless education system's useless educators want us to learn something from the age when people painted their bodies with mud and used bamboo sticks to fight ?
Bullshit !
Slouching down on my seat I flipped through the pages to see where the chapter ended.
"Another 8 pages left? What the heck this is too much" I turned my wide panicked eyes at Ester.
"Didn't you finished a 180 pages book the other day in one seating?" she mumbled raising her eyebrows at me.
I slumped further down into my seat.
"It's not the same thing" I whisper hissed at her, closing the book in irritation. Ester gave me one last look before focusing her attention back on the chapter.
Not wanting to look at the book again I started looking here and there in search of something less life threatening.
People can die of boredom too after all.
As I twisted and played with my hairs, tied neatly in a ponytail an idea stuck me. Taking off my hairband I let my hair softly fall around my shoulders, cupping my face.
Tucking the loose strands behind my ear I used the hairband to make a catapult and an eraser as my weapon. Once done I started looking for an aim to hit.
My eyes sat on Maria seating at the front bench engrossed in her readings and a satisfied smile lit my face.
"Target acquired. Positioning the weapon and-" I mumbled giving a tug to the band.
Boom!
A junior barged into our class suddenly. Huffing and puffing, no doubt from the run she must have had to make from the primary school to our high school section. Taking a deep breath, she informed all that I was called to Ms. Famina's office, Immediately.
