If found please return to Wren Kennedy

Chapter1- Head mistresses are bitches

I skulked around the back of the school in my black converse, denim hotpants and black rolling stones t shirt.

My blonde messy hair was blowing in the wind, but not the 'Pocahontas' kinda way, the get-the-fuck-out-my-face-or-i-will-shave-my-hair-all-off kinda way.

I noticed a brick just lying there, pretty much begging to be thrown through a window. I picked it up, grabbed a sharpie from my bag and wrote my name across the brick in huge letters.

If found please return to WREN KENNEDY

I smiled at my artwork and tossed it from hand to hand before chucking it through the window on the top floor, second to the left.

I checked to see if anyone had seen, grabbed my rucksack and raced to the front of the school.

I should probably head to class about now

I ran to my English room; 24 minutes late and opened the door, panting.

"Wren Kennedy, please sit down. You are 25 minutes late, who on EARTH do you think you are?" Mr Samuels asked.

"Wren Kennedy, you said so yourself." I smirked.

"Sit. Down." I swear I could see smoke coming out of his ears.

Mr Samuels is known around Shit hole High as the toughest, meanest teacher but if you ask me he's a try hard dickhead.

"Sure Mr S." I smiled sarcastically and sat down in my seat.

Suddenly the head mistress marched into the room, flinging the door open and scanning the room with her scary bright blue eyes.

"MISS KENNEDY!" She screeched.

"Yes Miss?" I smirked.

So she found out about the brick. What a shame. If only I fucking cared...

"Come with me." She glared at me.

"That sounds a bit weird miss, choose your words more carefully." I laughed.

"Shut your mouth and go to my office, I need to go and console Mrs Potter, whose window was destroyed by a brick." She snarled as we walked towards her office.

"Funny that." I said in monotone.

"Not really. In fact, it's not funny at all. It is the opposite of funny which is-"

"Miss, save your breath for spouting your sympathetic shit to Mrs Potter." I told her and walked into her office.

I headed straight for my favourite chair in her office, the small green armchair.

Yes, I have been in the head mistresses office enough to find myself a favourite chair.

About half an hour later the bitch returned with a sobbing Mrs Potter.

"Wren, apologise." She glared at me.

"For what?" I laughed.

"For throwing a brick through Mrs Potter's window!" She let go of Mrs Potter and told her to sit down on the leather couch and handed her some tissues.

"How do you know it was me?" I asked.

"It had your name written across it in huge letters! You insolent girl!" She cried , clearly frustrated.

"I could have been framed for all you know!" I reminded her, it's true!

"Yes but who else would perform such a childish prank?" The head mistress rolled her eyes.

"Um... I dunno. Fine it was me, can I go now?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes but you arent coming back." She said as I opened the door.

Not coming back? What's this dumb bitch on?

"Excuse me?" I laughed.

"We no longer have a place for you here. You are being expelled, I have informed your parents and by the sounds of it they already have another route of education lined up for you." She smirked.

Mrs Potter suddenly looked up and a huge grin fell across her face but disappeared when she realised the head mistress was looking at her.

God she annoyed me.

"What the fuck are you on about?" I asked.

"You're going go boarding school, the one your Father owns, I believe."

Shit. Shit and even more shit.