wild flowers in her hair

quiet softies show their inner warriors.

*beep beep* ugh, it's Monday. Why do I have to wake up this early for school? Oh yeah, because school sucks.

Alex steps out of her bed while slamming the alarm clock against the wall.
'Why don't you just shut up!'

She stumbles towards her clothing rack to put some clothes on. Eh. I don't even care what I'm going to wear. She picks a grey sweater with the logo of panic! at the disco and pulls out some black ripped skinny jeans. She walks to the other side of her room where a pair of fishnet panties are lying in a heap on the ground. She puts on her clothes and nearly falls of the stairs, while her cat Marshmallow is hissing at her.

'Alex?? Are you okay honey?'

'Yea mom, I'm fine.' Alex says while pouring the milk in her cereal bowl. She quickly puts the spoon in her mouth, so her mom can't ask her anything.

'Alex, school starts in five minutes, you're a bit late.'

fuck, five minutes? I'm never going to be on time. Hopefully the teacher is sick. She mumbles something like 'okay' while putting an apple in her mouth and runs to her jacket and her dr martens. She quickly puts them on and walks to her bike. I really need a new bike. This thing looks like it came right of the dump, after being kidnapped and nearly being killed by demons.

Alex finally arrived school. Black crows have been circling around and above her for the whole ride.

'I'm not dead you idiots!' She screams to the black crows. One of them stops circling and lands on the little wall next to her. He stares at her, with his big, dark curious eyes. What does he want from me?

'Go away.' Alex says, while she looks the creature in the eyes with the same look in her eyes like the crow did. He stops staring and flies away. Wow, that was weird...

The hallways are all empty. Shit, I'm too late. The lessons already started. She dumps some books into her locker and quickly runs to the classroom she has to be. She keeps thinking of those mysterious crows.

'Miss Foster? Oh I hate my last name. What makes you this late? It's been 2 minutes and I already started the lesson. Be. On. Time! Well it wasn't my fault. Random crows started acting like I died. I think it's normal to be a bit late, jerk. You think you're important and cool, don't you? This generation only thinks of theirselves,' the teacher screams, 'go sit before I give you eleven hours of detention.' He points at the empty chair Alex usually sits.

Alex clenches her fists. Shut up before I give you eleven hours of pain. Alex slowly walks to her chair and the lesson starts again.

at the end of the lesson.

'You where awful today, just like the other days. Miss Susan,' the teacher points at a girl who gets all red, because of madness, 'you didn't do anything today, you only talked. This generation is a terrible thing. You guys only think of yourselves and never respect others. It's only about you and no one else.'

Suddenly, the girl who's always quiet and usually acts like she doesn't exist stands up.
'You're wrong.' She says. The whole class is staring at her, why does she do that? The quiet introverted Chloe, who never speaks against the teachers, who always makes her homework.

The teacher got confused for a minute too, but picked up his madness quickly.

'Miss Smiths, you should not speak like that.' His face turned red too.

'Yóu should not speak about us like that.' She clenches her fists.

The whole class is looking at a battle of words between the hated teacher and the sweet and quiet Chloe, Chloe who stood up from her chair, with clenched fists.

'Stephanie did a lot today, she helped me, I had a question. Stephanie made all her work, plus she helped the whole goddamn class. You know what I think? That yóu,' Chloe points at the teacher, 'are the one who disrespects others, who nags about everything and anyone who does things you don't like. Yóu are the only one of last generation that sucks. You should reward Stephanie for the good things she did.' Chloe speaks with a bitter accent. Her normally so soft and quiet voice, sparing all the unnecessary words disappeared. She, a little boat, turned into a warship.

The teacher didn't know what to say anymore. Chloe walked to his desk, picked the paper of the entire class' detention and tore it apart, in front of the teacher's face. She walked away, throwing the little pieces of paper behind her, without looking back.