There's something about 707

Insults

You hear distant chattering throughout the hallways as you search for your classroom.

You find it down the third hallway to the left, the third classroom. In fact, it's the oldest classroom in the whole building that contains no air-con and only one fan. At this moment, you fucking hate yourself.

"Okay Bitch BREATHE."

You check that your uniform looks presentable since you've had an utterly shit morning, then you prepare yourself to enter.

You open the door and look around the classroom. A bunch of kids stare at you, making you feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Why are you late?"

You hesitate to answer.

"It's a long story sir, may I come in and find a seat?"

He nods at you and points you to a seat near the window, near a boy who's head is resting on the desk.

Hang on, you think to yourself.

You observe him more as you begin walking over to your desk.

No. Nonono. This can't be

IM PLACED BESIDE THIS MEAN PRICK????

You want to scream so fucking loud, but you can't. You sit down in your seat and immediately divert your attention away from him and look outside the window.

Until you hear him begin to sit up and you suddenly have the urge to look, so you do, and this is where you start cursing at yourself viciously in our head, and telling yourself that you're such a bloody failure cause you couldn't even complete a simple task.

"What are you looking at?"

You narrow your eyes and grit your teeth.

"Certainly not you, you fucking peasant."

Silence covers the room as the teacher shows his attention towards you.

"Watch your profanity please."

The boy beside you raises his hand and points at you.

"Why does she have to sit next to me? I don't want to sit next to someone who is going to distract me and look at me every five minutes."

You look at him shook as hell.

Does this boy really want to try me right now? DOES HE REALLY WANT TO MAKE A SCENE??

"BI-"

"You are going to sit next to each other and learn respect. I'm not going to move you, so deal with it."

You look down at your desk disappointed. This boy really wanted to try you, and you couldn't say anything. You've found out that your teacher is a major savage and that he is going to make a living hell for you, like your fucking principal who separated your best friend, Amelia.

You see in the corner of your eye that the fucking dumbass beside you begins to look at you and taps you on the shoulder.

"Woah don't look at me so ferociously, I just want to ask you a question..."

"And what if I don't answer that question of yours then hmm?"

"Well then, fuck you."

"When?"

He looks at me shocked, like I'm some pure angel that was just sent down from heaven.

"What are you, a virgin?"

"What is that to you, bitch?"

You stand quiet and frown at him once again.

"What do you want?" You ask this in a fairly low tone.

"What is your name?"

At this point, you see your chance and you take it. You're going to be a cunt and mimick this cunt, being extra cunty.

You prepare yourself for the highest pitch voice you can reach.

"What is it to you, bitch?"

He looks away and opens his book, he's given up. You fucking did it, but yet you crave for his attention.

"I'm Lily Kimber's..."

"707"

You look at him blankly.

"Don't look at me like that, you're plain enough."

"What the fuck are these hurtful words man? I'm just confused.. 707?"

"It's hard to explain."

Before you could ask him anything else, your teacher interrupts and begins class.