Jizzie- savior. (Completed prt1)

Chapter 49

Lizzie's POV

Winter flew past and I was back to the same old Same old school routine. Our assembly was all about making 2018 the best year yet, just like they said about 2017 and 2016. Like it ever happens. It's always the same. Well so far I'm 2018 oil has spent more time with Maddie then it's his "friends." I am a little annoyed but I mean, they are a thing. I think. I don't really get any gossip off Maddie.

"Listen." Leah says slamming my locker door shut. "New year, new me." She held her hand out for me to shake it. "May I finish getting my books?" I ask. Leah steps back a little. "Just so you know I was totally joking dweeb. See ya around pinky~!" Leah done her signature hair flip and walked away. "She wasn't messing, hehe!" Saoirse whispers and walks away.

I don't care if she was messing or not, there is no way in hell I would ever touch Leah's hand. It was clear at this stage Leah and I would never be friends. I finish getting my books and tell the other what had happened.

"What's up with her?" Scott asks. I roll my eyes in response. "Maybe you should have shook her hand, I mean she just wants a start right?" I was shocked at what Lauren said. "After everything she's done? I'm good." I say. I'm done talking about Leah, she's just, I don't know or care.

"Ugh I have the worst classes this morning." I whine. Scott frowns. "What do you have?" He asks. "Art and science, believe it or not I use to like art but then we got a substitute teacher, Miss fall, and she's a bitch to me. I asked her for help and she goes "ask someone else!" And she said people who draw using their imagination, can't draw! Like no don't say that. I hope mr Selmon is back in, I never thought I would say this but I miss him."

"I have miss Fall for art as well, she's nice to our class!" Yammy joins in. I roll my eyes. "That's because you're her base class, we're like the side hoe class. She has to act like she doesn't have us even though she does." Maybe comparing my art class to a side joe wasn't the best description I could give but it's all that I could come up with.

"Walk me to art?" Lauren threw her bag in her back and I followed her waving goodbye to the others. We reach the art room and wait at the door for our teacher. "Please be mr Salmon!" I whisper over and over to myself crossing my fingers.

"She's not that bad!" Lauren laughs. Lauren is really shocking me lately. "When I found out we might have her for longer I cried, tears, in the middle of the class, I hate her."

"Talk about people you hate a different time." Miss fall said behind me. I uncrossed my fingers and let a big sigh out. "If you want something to happen you cross one pair of fingers, not two." Lauren grinned.

"Thanks for the memo." I walked like a zombie Into the art room,I should have just mitched. (For people who don't know what mitching is, its skipping class. Y'all probably knew that oops)

"Continue you're lino prints by this class and hand them up." Miss said taking a seat at her desk. "Easy for you to say." I mutter mostly to myself. Miss must have heard as she continued the conversation. "Would you like to say that a little louder, Elizabeth?"

"It's Lizzie, and I said easy for you to say. You can't rush art like." I argued. Miss stood up and faced me. "Drop the attitude Lizzie. You're name is Elizabeth and that's what I shall address you by, as for the other comment you made I'm sure the principle would love to hear it, do you wanna go down and tell her?" Miss Fall tried her best to look intimidating but failed as I towered over her.

"I don't mind, it would be better than putting up with you!" I smile. It's the first day back and I'm already being threatened by my art teacher. "Sit down and finish you're Lino." She snapped and I followed her instructions.

I sat beside Lauren in art so that wasn't too bad. At least I had someone to complain to. "What's up with her?" Lauren asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know, she's just moody I guess" I took out my Lino and began to roll paint into it getting ready for my first print. I could already tell what 2018 had in store for me, and I wasn't going to buy any of it.