Fate or Luck?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Detention

Why do I even show up to this place? I frown at my thoughts that reply to my own question; 'because it's better than home'. I sigh because I know it's true, even though here all I receive is judgemental glances and whispers as I walk by. I realize that none of them like me, well at least they don't act like it. I mean, I don't think pushing someone into a locker and leaving them with bruises is how to express your liking of them, but who knows? People do crazy things.

It's fourth hour science and all I'm concentrated on is getting the hell out of this class. I hear the teacher going on about something, but I couldn't care less. I already have an incredible understanding of everything they teach here, I've always been smart. Do I show that to anyone? Of course not. I'm the 'bad girl', the one who ditches class and when I do show up, I'm late and end up cussing teachers out. The one who smokes and drinks.. inevitably that's all people see, they don't see the reasons as to why I do those things. They don't care, and quite honestly, neither do I.

I'm handed a work sheet about atomic mass, I write my name on it and glance at the questions. Easy, I won't do it though. I soon forget what I'm supposed to be doing and start drawing on my paper, completely lost in thought and apparently in drawings.

Then a loud yell snaps me out of my phase. I look up to see a very angry face and it's hard to keep the smirk off of my own, but I do manage to stifle a laugh from escaping my mouth. "Exactly what do you think you're doing?", she asks. The question nonetheless directed at me. I clear my thoat, "What the fuck does it look like, smart ass?", anger and sarcasm laced in each of my words. "It looks to me like you're waisting your time with pathetic drawings", she spits at me. Her words carried as much hate as my own, if you asked me, she wasn't very professional. Maybe I could get her fired, it's added to the list. Standing up I push my chair back, "it's not as pathetic as you, Miss. give-the-principal-blowjobs-for-a-raise!" She looks at me and for the slightest of a second I could have sworn hurt flashed across her eyes, but it quickly changed to anger. Yet she replies in a much more quiet voice, "just do your work". It makes me feel bad that she didn't keep up the argument, I do have feelings. Surprise!

I mentally slap myself for that outburst, she didn't deserve that, but me being the bitch I am gave it to her anyway. Oh well, I completed the worksheet with fifteen minutes to spare so I decided to listen to music and block out the rest of the class.

No more than ten minutes later I'm tapped on the shoulder and look up too see a glaring girl, she has long brown hair that make her green eyes stand out. With soft facial features that tie together with her look very well, she's pretty. Definitely prettier than me. "yeah?", I say turning off my music. "She's talking". I glance up and sure enough she's looking at me with her hands clasped in front of her with the look on her face that says; "hurry, I'm waiting". I dramatically sigh, "I'm listening." With that she begins her speech, I don't think she realizes she only has five minutes left. Jokes on her, I smirk.

..."you need to get your priorities straight"..

The bell rings, but we're all rudely told to sit back down, apparently the bell doesn't dismiss us, she does. Sighing, I reluctantly sit back in my chair. I really don't want to hear another word she has to say to us, something along the lines of "Focus on what's important" or "dedication is key", even though it is, I don't have any. I haven't for a while. Ah, there I go again, letting my thoughts control me. Sometimes I hate myself for them. "I want these done by the end of the week", she says as she hands each of us a packet of papers. "fuck" I mutter under my breath. "I'll see you after school, Miss. Jones", she says to me. I look up to see if she's serious, she is. "Whatever".

I look at the packet as I stand up, at the top of the page is my name, but beside it is someone else's, Dylan Lewis. "Ah, yes. How could I forget, you each were given a partner for this assignment. Also, you will need to do this project on your own times". With that she recives a lot of dirty looks and sighs of anger for the class, although for once, I stayed quiet. Still thinking about that name written next to mine, and for some reason the name gave me chills, and as I walked out of the class, I found it impossible to pinpoint why.