My so called easy life

Go Away! Now!

🔥🏀Antoinette's POV🏀🔥

Oh my fucking lord! How much more boring could this get!

I'm currently sitting in the last period till lunch. Chemistry. My teacher is up front talking about hydrogen peroxide! What the fuck is so interesting about it?! Nothing!! It is literally one of the most simple fucking things. 

I look over and see I'm not the only one drawing on my desk. In the next seat over, Blake is drawing our teacher up front writing on the board. And he wrote on the top of the board, 'blah blah blah blah.' Then below that it says is big capital bold letters, 'BULLCRAP I ALREADY KNOW!' I laugh and continue my weird little comic type thing.

I'm just drawing weird little faces with random speech bubbles next to it.

1. Big eyes, unibrow, and big buck teeth, 'Hello! I'm Earl!'

2. Small eyes, no eye brows, and normal mouth, 'We know man. You sit here everyday.'

3. Normal all together, 'Who was the first idiot to drink milk?'

4. Same face as #3, 'Like, 'hey! I'm gonna drink this crap that came out of a cow's Boob''

Then I stop and let my thoughts carry me away.

Who was the first person to drink milk. Or eat fruit... I couldn't help the little laugh that escaped my mouth when I imagined like a cave man hopping around on all four and finding a tree and sniffing it. Then like jumping up and eating apple, going all batshit crazy.

"Antoinette. Do you want to share what was so funny?" The teacher turns.

"No... I'm ight." I say. I've had her for 3 years and still haven't bothered to learn or remember her name.

"Well then you can stop laughing at what ever was so funny you had to distract my class an-" again with that bullshit.

"Man come on! Your interrupting you class more then me by giving me this long ass lecture about laughing in class... Bruh... Think it through a little." I say and lean forward in my desk an looking innocent. Ha! I scoff again at the thought of me looking innocent.

"Miss! I want you to excuse yourself please." She says her face red with anger.

"I'm sorry but I ain't gotta use the bathroom. Thank you very much." You see. I'm kinda a trouble child in this place. But Mr. Dunn doesn't do shit about it because if he punished me I can't play, and my team would be loud and disrespectful and wouldn't listen or pay attention for freaking money if I couldn't. So I just get told to watch my mouth and sent back to class.

"Office now!" She demands and points to the door. The whole class is watching as I I get up.

"See ya suckers!" I say walking out. There was only like 15 more minutes of that hell hole anyways.

"What's up Mr. Dunn?" I ask sitting in his office chair.

"What happened this time??" He asks looking me in the eye and I can see the slightest bit of amusement in his eye since I always come here during Chem.

"I was thinking. And laughed at my thoughts. She didn't agree. We argued a little." I pause and I'm making little motions with my hands, "And she didn't agree... So... Here I am... In my usual spot." I say and shrug.

"Ok. Gotta ask tho. What happened to your cloths. I don't even recognize you currently." He says look at my clothing for the day.

I'm sadly in JEANS! I HATE jeans. With a burning passion. And I'm also wearing a tank top/crop top, it's orange with white flower-Y cloth stuff on top. I don't know what it is! But I can tell you one thing... I miss my shorts and t-shirt with a hoodie.