From Broken Hearted To A New Beginning

Chapter 15

Angela

I watched as Trey left my class. "Damn I miss him already." I thought to myself. I sat back down in my desk, put my earphones in my ears and laid my head down. "OH MY GOSH! HEY ANGIE!!" I heard a high-pitched voice scream. I lifted my head to see a short, skinny, light-skinned girl looking back at me. "Bella??" I asked a little confused. "Yes! Its me Isabella." Isabella was Selena and I's best friend before she moved to Dallas in the middle of 4th grade. "OH MY GOSH BELLA!!" I immediately screamed realizing that it was really her. I jumped out of my desk and ran to her embracing her into a big hug. "How have you been? When you moved back? You look so different!" I said all in one breath and stepping back a little to take a better look at her. Isabella had on a rainbow stripped dress and black flats with her hair in beautiful perfect candy curls. "Well.." she began. "I've been ok, I just moved back in the middle of the summer, and really? Doesn't seemed like I changed much." she said giggling. "Well, considering the fact that I haven't seen you since the 4TH GRADE you do look different." "Haha. True,true. Where's my little mixed baby at?" she asked looking around the room searching for Selena. "Sadly she's not in here. She's in the room with Trey." I said stopping her from her search. "Awwwee, I wanted to surprise her too. But I guess I'll do it later."

"Ok, class. Welcome to the first day of school. I am Mrs. Davis and I will your homeroom teacher for the year. The majority of y'all in here should be seniors, am I right?" Everyone in the class nodded in response to Mrs. Davis's question. "Ok good, that means I shouldn't have any discipline problems from any of y'all. And if I do, just know I'm not afraid to write a referral and get you the hell out of my class." After she finished speaking, she made each one of us stand up and recite our name, age, and something we like to do-as if we were back in elementary school. "Hey everybody. My name is Isabella Hernández, I'm 17, and I love to draw." Isabella said in her sweet talking voice. "You know you're not that nice." I whispered when she sat back down. She started to laugh until Mrs. Davis interrupted her. "Um, you right there." she said pointing at me. "Since you want to talk you can go next." I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Wassup y'all, most of y'all already know me but my name's Angela Thomas-Ang or Angie for short but I prefer Ang. I'm 17, birthday's February 2. And I love to make-out with my boyfriend. Just kidding, I love to sing." I sat back down laughing along with everyone in the class then noticed that Mrs. Davis was mugging me. I raised my hand respectfully and waited to be called on. "Yes Ms. Thomas?" Mrs. Davis asked sighing. "I was just wondering if I had said anything wrong or offensive? I mean, when I finished speaking I was pretty sure that you were mugging me and with all respect ma'am I don't appreciate that." I said half-smilingly. "Look Ms. Thomas I-" I cut her off correcting her. "My name's Ang." "Like I was saying MS. THOMAS I don't care if you appreciate it or not. I'm not a teacher you're going to run over and some of the things you said was a little disrespectful." she said finishing what she started saying before I cut her off. I sighed and rolled my eyes then said, "I honestly don't know what was so disrespectful. We're in the 12th grade. What did I say that we don't already know about?" I waited a few seconds before cutting her off and said, "You know what? You don't have to answer that, I apologize. It's the first day of school I don't feel like getting into no argument with you. I'll wait until the middle of the year to do that." And with that she just ignored me and continued with the reciting your name and age shit.