Fourteen

Chapter 7

Hi guys, I know that it has been some time since I have updated, I have just been putting my focus on school.

Its sad because school is ending, and they are giving us more work than ever.

I am going to make this chapter really long and funny.

The sad part is that this actually happened.  well, the part where I had to get clothes from the dean.

But the teachers are fake and made up, so if anyone trys showing this to the dean....I GOT MAH PROOF THAT THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM!!! lol :)

I am thinking of doing a Mr. Damien P.O.V soon so comment what you think about that...and vote!!!!

Well, heres chapter 7!!!!!!!

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"Ingrid stand up" the dean of my school said as I sat down at lunch time. Currently me and Gemma were the first people at the lunch room.

Slowly stood up waiting for a comment on why I am standing up. I breathed lightly for a couple of seconds, before i decided that i wanted to breathe heavily. Nahhhh i change my mind, I want to breathe lightly again.

"Ingrid are you ok? your breathing is evening out differently ever couple of seconds, OMG ARE YOU DYING BECAUSE I LEARED HOW TO DO CPR FOR THIS!" Gemma said in a rush of words.

I cracked a grin, Then started to laugh, forgetting that ms.Anne was across from me, examining me like a stalker. Her and Mr. Damien will get along just fine!

"Gemma, I am fine. You see? I am breathing like a normal person! well, not exactly normal, because i am not normal, but i am breathig un my usual way?" I saidtrying to make sence of what i said.

"Well it didnt seem that-" she was cut off by ms.Anne. Whats up with all these cut off sentences this week? I thought to myself, finding it ironic.

"Ingrid, Go get a pair of shorts from my room" Ms. Anne said as she was pointing to my dress, that was almost at knee length. I stared at her.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, ready to listen to her excuse. I swear, this bitch picks on me for no goddamn reason!

"Ingrid Roberts! your dress is not following school policy!" She then took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket.

"As Paragraph 2 says, the minimum length bottoms have to be is knee length. That includes dresses, and you are wearing a dress that is not up to you knee, so you have to go downstairs, and where a pair of shorts from there.

I looked down at Gemma, whos jaw was dropped.

"Do you not see the other kids outfits?" Gemma Screamed, after a long i'm shocked break.

"Yeah, Some of these kids butts are visable, but i dont see you attending to that. Instead, you have decided to deal with my outfit, a dress that is basically 2 inches away from being knee length?"

She rolled her eyes. "Just go and change already." she said looking annoyed. I sighed and was about to leave the cafeteria, mind messagng Gemma to come with me, when Ms.Anne Stopped me.

What could she possibly want now? I asked myself, as I slowly turned around, glaring at Ms.Anne.

"Give me your Phone" she said glaring back at me.

I stared at her again. "I did not have my phone out so you are not taking my phone" I said clinging onto my book bag.

She sighed. "You are not in trouble, think of it as a trade off! you will use the schools clothes for the day, and i will hold your phone till you give me back the clothes" I looked at Gemma who was just staring at the back of Ms.Annes head. Let me rephrase that. Gemma was glaring at the deans red headed weave, strangling the air as if it was Ms.Annes face. Ms.Anne was very pale, white as the snow, with green eyes, and red hair/weave. Her teeth were yellow, and she was the meanest of them all. By them I mean the other teachers.