Karma (Wendip)

5. Your going to pay for ignoring me...

1:20 pm. I am freaking out. I only have 10 minutes left of lunch.

"I am gonna fail!" I said as I dropped my head onto the table. "Ow." I hit my head harder then intended.

"Shhhh." The librarian aggressively spat from her spot in between the bookcases.

"Ah. S-sorry." I replied meekly. Her expression softened. She probably thought u was just a rowdy kid who did whatever they wanted.

I looked down at the study guide. I didn't have my Human Geography textbook, so I could only use the study guide.

Stupid Bill... how many times has he taken my textbooks again? 3? Maybe 4 this month?

I scowled and read the notes. Thankfully, the test today was just going to be over agriculture and stuff like the Slash-and-burn method. There were probably only going to be 4 questions anyways.

Mrs. Hubbard, my teacher for Human Geography, made the tests simple enough for us.

I looked up out the door of the library. Students were exiting the cafeteria and heading to class. I always had to check when students were released, as the office never sounded the bell.

I gathered my things and headed to class.

"Here."

Out of no where, Bill pops up at my side and drops my textbook at my feet. Not expecting that, I girlishly shriek and trip over the book. My stuff goes flying everywhere. The binder I had slid across the hall, and papers floated in the air.

I tried to get up, only to be shoved back down by a foot. Bill's. Who else would it be.

"Never push me aside." He knelt down and grabbed a fist full of my hair. "Or I may very well just have to remove that birthmark of yours." He hissed, referring to the constellation in my forehead.

"Please don't." I barely managed to plead.

He huffed and stood up straight, walking away with nothing more to say.

I sighed. People were staring. Some were going to class, but a few stayed to taunt.

I got up, now having to be mindful of my hand. I landlord on it wrong.

Great... that's gonna leave a nasty bump...

I leisurely walked to class after assembling most of my stuff. Some papers had been lost in the multitude of feet and hasty students. Oh, well.

"Good morning." I quietly greeted the teacher. She was sitting at her desk on the computer. She didn't acknowledge me, not that she ever does.

I sat down at my assigned desk, which was placed in the farthest row from the teacher. Unfortunately, Bill sat behind me.

I paid no heed to the constant shaking of Bills leg, which was purposefully positioned on the leg of my chair.

Now, just a few minutes before the tardy bell rang, students hustled in. Robin was the last to come in. Did I mention she attended this class, too?

Bill attends this class, along with Robin, and a not-so-nice teacher educates this class. Definitely not one of my favorite classes. And it only gets worse 'cause Robin sits directly in front of me...

"Okay class, get out your notes. We are taking the quiz."

At least Mrs. Hubbard is merciful enough to let us use our notes; not that it will help me.

She passes the quizzes out, situating them neatly at the center of each desk, until she got to mine. She, in a supercilious manner, dropped the quiz on my desk.