Souvenirs

Chapter 1

-Chapter 1-

And as I drone out the voice of my Algebra teacher, I stare at the clock, it's thin hand moving by the second. Tick tock. Tick tock. I look around the classroom, the too familiar faces of my classmates, all with empty eyes and bored expressions look at the front, pretending to listen. 

I looked outside the window, the sun was shining. I'm supposed to be outside, doing what I have to do. Not being stuck here in this hellhole of a classroom. I grunted.

"Miss Ramirez, is there a problem here?" Miss Anderson said, crossing her arms like a basic bitch would do and raised her left eyebrow. Okay, maybe I grunted a little too loud. 

"Um. no, miss." I said, looking away. Everyone was looking at me. This is so embarrassing.

"I noticed that you weren't listening. So, Miss Ramirez. Please listen attentively if you want to pass this class." She said in a very annoying tone. Well since I almost failed at this subject way back, I decided to finally listen for the remaining 20 minutes of hell. 

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The final bell rung, signalling the end of school. I prevented my self from shreiking ang hopping around becuse of excitement. I went out of the school and went to the front yard, looking around in search of my ride home to school. Giving up, I sat down indian-style. I pulled out my dog-eared copy of my favorite book and read it for like the nth time. 30 minutes and 5 chapters later, one of my best friends (and my ride home) Aiden placed his hand on my shoulder while catching his breath. From the looks of it, he just came out of soccer practice. His hair was wet, his previously white shirt is now caked with dirt and oh boy, he smells like the men's locker room and a week old nasty sock. I covered my nose. 

"I can't ride with you if you smell like that. I'd rather walk a mile or two." I said. He was still catching his breath. His breath smells like burritos and ranch dip. Imagine the horror.

"I need to take a shower." He says, finally standing straight. His breath finally even.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious. How come you didn't tell me you had practice today? I should've called my mom or something like that." I said.

"Well I didn't know either. Coach just pulled us out in the middle of the day and told us to practice because we have this huge match this weekend and it came in such short notice. Forgive me?" He said with puppy dog eyes. 

"Stop it with the puppy dog eyes, it ain't even cute." I said and stood up from my seat. I brushed the gravel from my butt and my ankles and we started walking to the parking lot. 

Me and Aiden are practically brothers, we talk about everything and nothing at the same time. He's loud, talkative, and he never runs out of things to say. That's one of the good things about him, he keeps the bond between us friends alive. But he's no gentleman. He'll never open doors for anyone, even for a girl he likes. He won't let you go in first, if he got there first, he's going in first, bitch. Wait in line. If you punch him in the arm playfully, he'll punch you back harder and it'll make you want to bitch slap him on the face. Sometimes I just want to hit him in the nuts.

"Hey, when does your training start? Volleyball season is coming right?" He asked while getting in the car. I got in the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt.

"I think it starts friday, why? Looking forward to checking out girls' asses on spandex?" I said and laughed at my own punch line. I'm sorry. I'm just cool like that. Aiden just stared at me and looked like he was about to kill me.

"No, because I think I saw someone cute in your team. What's her name? Vanna? Veene? Viri?" He went on and on with names starting with V.

"It's Vanessa, you moron. How could it be that hard to remember the name Vanessa?" I rolled my eyes. Aiden is really such a forgetful moron. Before I know it, we were already at the front of my house. I unlocked the door and got out.

"VANESSA!!! THAT'S IT!! So, yeah. I'll pick you up after training on friday. See ya, bitch." He shouted and peeked at the window. He winked and sped off. Punk.