Thief 2 (m.e.)

Chapter 8

The next morning I go to hell, also known as school. I push my way around the scrambling bodies. I walk past Miss.Bailey's class. She is always smiling. Call me bitter, I don't really care, but I'm miserable, and she's not, it pisses me off.

I get to my locker and move the dial from right, to left, to right again and open it. Suddenly there are so many pins that fall out my locker, causing me to step backward. The sound was so loud and unusual, that people stopped and looked. I look around, then bend down and read the big circle pin. Of course, it is some stupid prank, probably Chelsie. “Im nothing but a BITCH! -Emo" is what it says.

I sigh when I take out my Science book, binder, and notebook for class. I move the extra pins out of the way to fit my bag. Everyone still stares. I take the pin of which I already picked up, and put it on the shirt on wearing.

“Thanks for the free pins, asshole!" I move the rest of the falling pins and slam the locker shut, and walk to Science.

As always, I was the first to class and left alone in the class with my weird Science teacher, but then again, I'm pretty weird myself.

His mustache was never clean, but I guess it was okay, because the glasses that made his eyes appear to be as big as his fucking head, drew attention away from that.

  I got out a piece of paper and started to draw what ever came to my mind. Oddly enough, Tommy Rickey, the most popular kid in school, entered. There were plenty of chairs and of course he chose to sit next to me, probably to piss me off.

“You know there are five more minutes to spare in the halls,right?" I tell him.

“Yeah."

“And you know you'll have to be my lab partner today if you sit here."

“Mhm." He nods.

“And you know you could possibly have to be my partner for the next week or so, depending on the project we are given."

“Yep!" He says popping the “p".

The thin metal on his jacket screeches against the table when he leans.

“Ahh!" I say covering my ears.

“Sorry." He leans up.

I look to see what it is, and find that it is one of the pins that came from my locker.

“You did that?" I scoff.

“No." He says shaking his head. “I took it from the ground next to your locker, I'm supporting you, not making fun of you." He explains.

I squint my eyes at him, “Why?"

He squints back, “Why not?"

I was surprised by his response, I think he noticed when my body language changed, and he smiles. That's when people start to rush into the class room. He turns and faces the teacher.

“Mr.Rickey? You're sitting in the front of the class?" Mr.Perry ask Tommy.

“I am." He answers.

“Good." Mr.Perry nods. “It's about time the delinquents start to pay attention to my lessons."

Tommy sighs.

“That was rude." I say.

“Excuse me?"

“I said, that was rude." I repeat. “It is fine if that is the way you think about a group of students, but it is inappropriate for you to comment about a student like that as a teacher. And if you find it necessary to speak to us about the negative opinions you have of us, then I find it just as necessary to share our negative thoughts we have of you. Trust me, there are some things I would like to say. Should I begin?"