Him

chapter 3

As I headed to school I got so aggravated. Its not like I actually care about school. Sooner or later ill be leaving...

As I'm sitting in my car I feel a sense of hope spill over me. Maybe this year will be different. Maybe I won't leave. Maybe this time will be different.
Hahaha yeah I need to stop  dreaming 

I heard my phone ring and it's a call from my mom and I answer it. I wince as my eardrum almost busts caused from the screaming coming from the phone. "¡puta perra estoy en el teléfono!" (*fucking bitch im on the phone*) My mom screams, "No hablo español Sophia goddamn!" (*I dont speak Spanish sophia goddamn*) My dad yells back and I hold in my laugh. " Maaaaa!" I scream into the phone and they both shut up. " lo siento mija... Pero good luck in school bebé" (*I'm sorry daughter... But good luck in school baby*). I said thanks and ended the call. I hit my head on the steering wheel. Why do they always argue?

I stepped out of the car and made my way through the parking lot. I pulled out my schedule and studied it, trying to memorize it. But as I stepped into the double doors I felt as if I was being watched. I peeked up from the paper and noticed all eyes were on me. Fuck. Just hang low Ana, hang low.

I found my way to the office and walked up to the front desk. "Name And grade?" The front lady said curtly. How rude. "Anastasia Quinn. Junior." She types away and then asks "Anastasia Vasquez?"That's my moms maiden name. " yes... But I go by my dads surname 'Quinn'. " I answer back. " alright we will get that fixed" she gives me a fake smile. She hands me my paperwork and map and shoos me away.

I look at my schedule again and realize I'm in all Honors or AP classes. I'm surprised that I actually get placed in classes I deserve because my other schools put me in the lower classes because they really didnt give a shit.

I decide to get a head start and search  for my class. I see it's room 13. Yikes. I head for my first period and get low-key annoyed when I cant find my classroom. It's room 13 how fucking hard can it be!

The bell rings and I huff. Great I'm gonna be late. I walk and look at my class number and then I bump into someone. "Oh I'm sorry miss. I didnt mean-" I quickly cut him off " no im sor-" and then I look up and...

Oh Jesus in the morning.