UNDER WATER L.H

I'm sinking, but I'm not drowning!

PICTURE OF CLEO ON THE SIDE >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock hanging on the wall was mocking me I swear. We had five minutes till the weekend and I was dying to escape this hell hole I call school. Six hours of education is a punishment and should be illeal. I repeativly knocked the top of my pen against the centre of my desk, trying to distract my mind from the clock.

My head rested in my palm as I pretened to be listening to the instructions that Mr. Lincon was giving. While he was ranting on about multiplying brackets, everyone of his students were focasused on the clock hanging above his head.

I hated math, not only was I terrinle at the subject, but the teacher was a right pervert. Every chance he could, he would stare directly at a girls cleavege with no shame, practically drooling over the oppostie gender. I mean granted some of the tops were revelling to much, but since when did that give teachers the right to stare at girls breasts. One time he even slapped my arse as I entered his lesson, than last semester when he tutored me he was trying to feel me up, no lie. The man deserved to be sacked. 

I ran my fingers through my blonde hair, giving it the more ruffled vibe. I dangled the faded brown dip dyed ends of my hair between my finger tips and sighed.

Reminder: Book an appointment at the hairdresser to dip dye ends

Not only was my ends fading but split ends where deifantly forming. I was not one of those preppy girls that cared about their looks, defiantly not. I could happily leave the house in track suite bottoms and an over sized t-shirt and be happy, but my hair, well I would prefer it to be groomed and regualr cut and washed. Bad hygeine after all was a big turn off.

I glanced around the room. My gaze stopping upon a flurish of green hair. I laughed that hair could only belong to one boy in this school. I shook my head as asmile began to form on my lips. He turned and faced my direction and noticed me starting. I smiled while he stuck his tounge out along with his middle finger. 

Being me I was about to respond, but the best sound echoed through the classroom. The bell. It did not only did it sound for the end of the day, but it stood for:

The end of lessons

Freedom

Independce

And most of all,  THE WEEKEND.

It might seem like an over reaction to you, but I was a girl who really hated school. I would rather be kidnapped and toutured than go to school. I really hate school. It had pointless drama, constant arguing, and annoying, boring teachers that never stop.

Collecting my books and equipment from my desk I made my way throw the crowd to the door, trying to spot my green hair friend through all the chaos. I elbowed a couple of people in that direction, some in the other. 'Accidently' hitting some boys butt, thinking it would hurry him along. He just turned around and winked, which i retured with the middle finger. I was pushed and pulled and than flung forwards, to lose my stepping, but to be thankfully caught in two arms, which happened to be connected to my green haired friend.

"Parkson, you really should stop falling for me, I have a girlfriend."  I chuckled and shook my head.

"I will never stop loving you." I carried on his joke for a little while longer, until he finally decided to place me back on my own two feet. "So Clifford, how is Jenny, I have not seen her around much, did you guys have a fight?"

Michael Gordan Clifford, was a very good friend of mine, whom i have known since the womb. He was constantly changing the colour of his hair, and currently was in a long term relationship with another good friend of my Jenny. Their relationship was not perfect, they fought, like any couple but they always got through it. Ending up in them being toghther for  two years now.