Flash a.i (EDITING)

Really?

Ingrid

I continued my day. But Mr.Burns suggustion did ring in my head. I continued with 3rd period Italian.

Winona Wrider.

Maybe this wasnt my best target. But I mean, She is forced to sit next to me. She busted through the door. Throwing her stuff down, making it obvious that she was here. She grumbled her normal words of hate. Todays topic was how she hated Mr.Free. I dont know if this was just genral hate for the man or if we are getting homework. By homework I mean like piles of it. Either way she was grumbling about the terible teacher. Now the question is. How do I approch this?

I never have made a friend before.

I looked at her. I then opened my mouth to say something. I then started to panic.

"What?" She said.

"Ah...er..um." I began. "HiIwasjustwonderingwhatperiodyouhavsocialstudies." I let out the giant gumble of words then sighed. I atleast got something out.

"What?"

"Oh..um..you have Mr.Free for social studies? Right?"

"No."

I am confused.

"Then why do you like hate him."

"Stupid. I have him for study hall. He took away my phone. Now mind your own busness. Like really." She grumbled. I looked back at Mr.Meil. "Ps." I looked over. "Dont ever talk to me again." She growled. "Got it?"

"Um..." I gulped and nodded. Yeah Winona Wrider was not a good start. I looked back up front. This is usually where I go into day dream land. The land where someone would save me.

Save me from this mess I call my life.

The bell rang and this is where I had to depart with my lovely hero, the one in the shiny green suit. With the yellow gloves and mask. And the big symbol in the middle. I was never able to make out this symbol. For it was blurry. I collected my one binder and headed off to my science class. Mrs.Calapolte stood in the doorway. The bell had began to ring. Only about 5 kids sat in the class. Soon about the rest of the class filled the soon empty seats.

"SIT DOWN YOU RATS!" She screeched at the top of her lungs. "ALMOST THE WHOLE CLASS IS LATE EVERY DAY! THIS OBVIOUSLY NEEDS TO CHANGE!" She said even louder than before. I looked over at the table next to me to see Heather and Jess ready to burst out laughing. Jess was also covering her ears. I then blocked out all the yelling.

Even though it is very hard. Mrs.Caplapolte never shuts up about how her Dad trained her to yell and how he was a drill sargent. Sadly he has passed. If he hasent passed then he must be super human due to the fact that she was a pale 62 year old with hair that was dyed jet black so she tries to apper in her mid 50's. I open up my spiral note book and scribble down

what wrong jess?

I then threw the note at her. She watched as it fell under her chair. She unplugged her ears to grab the note and unfold it quickly. She showed Heather and quickly scribbled something down, then handing it to her. This is why you should never trust teachers. Heather also scribbled something down and crumpled up the page, then flinging it under my chair.

She hurts my ears!!! ;)

WHAT LUNCH DO YOU HAVE! XD

I could tell that the bottom one was Heather. I replied 6th. They said, same. They then asked if they could sit with me. I nodded. To bad it was only 4th. I looked to see That Jess was skecting something. I looked like Flash. It was.

Really?

What ever The day flew by in a flash and I found out that Jess and Heather were in my other classes. When ninth period ened I walked out and stared down my bus.

I really do not want to go on the bus! I looked at the yellow death comtraption again. No... I looked at the path for walkers. Today is a very nice day to walk. I walked down the street taking back roads. This is when a silver Honda was following me. I walked alittle faster. The car obviously sped up. Theres no way I can out run a car. No human can besides Flash! Its in his name! The car pulled up to me.

"Hey." The guy called. He looked like a office worker. He was young too.

"Hi sir. How can I help you?"

"Need a lift?"

"Um, no." This guy was strange. "I-Im good. But thank you for the offer." I continued but this man still followed. I was half way home when I looked at the man. "Do you want me to call the police?"

"No. I am just headed to the office. I like the backroads. If your house is this way. Would you like a ride?"

"Fine." I grumble. I pull out my phone ready to call 911 at anytime. I watch as he unlocked the car door. We sat in scilence. "Um can you stop here?"

"Is one of these your house?"

"Mine is on this road. But it would look strage to people if an unknow man dropped me off."

"Your right."

"I know!" I smile earning a chuckle.

"By the way. Im Ashton."