Ok, so I had a good idea and I planned out the story and everything. So I had to post it. Also, this takes place in America
I gazed out the window, wanting to be anywhere but here. History, god, what a dumb subject. Not to mention we review the same shit every year. Some dudes got together and made a Country, good for them.
"Y/n, you seem like you've been paying attention so why don't you answer this."
Mr. Nightmare, he wasn't a bad guy, just hate him as a teacher."I don't know Mr. Nightmare, but, judging how you've been lecturing us all of the class, and if my timing is right. Which I think it is, the Bell should be ringing right, about, now."
The bell rang, right on time. God I love it when I'm rightI gathered my stuff, "Now I'd love to stay and chat but I have a class to get to."
With all my stuff packed up, I started heading out.
"Wait here miss L/n!"
"Talk to the finger teach."
I said flipping him off.God, I wish that would happen. I'd look like such a badass. I zoned back into class to hear him finish up about the Civil war. "Don't forget your assignment is due in two days."
"Shit! We had an assignment!?"
Although I thought it I apparently also said it.
"The slideshow... about the war... we started it last month." I turned around to Fresh, who probably finished his project the first week.Guess I'm pulling an all-nighter
I finished packing and just when I was a few inches from freedom I heard the few words that keep me in chains.
"Miss L/n, come here please."
Son of a bitch, don't you have a girlfriend to go fuck?
"Yes, Mr. Nightmare?"
"I've seen your grades for other classes and I've seen nothing but A's and B's. So explain to me Miss L/n, why is your grade in my class an F?"
"I don't know Mr. Nightmare."
"You don't know... you, don't know." His voice just yelled disappointment.There where no more words to be spoken, so, I left.
Out the school, down the road turn down a maze of other roads. Then your home. A tiny house that could fit on a trailer. There are three rooms including the bathroom. I shared a room with my younger siblings as my mom and her boyfriend got a room all to themselves.
Let's see, there's Lizzy, Lilly, and my little brother Alex. He's the youngest at 2 turning 3, Lilly is the middle child at 5, and Lizzy is 7.
Alex had cute dirty blond hair with gorgeous blue eyes and still wears pull-ups. He hates wearing clothes, he'd rather walk around in nothing but his pull-up.
Lilly has darker hair, with her hair being Brown along with her eyes. She's like a little dress up doll, always wearing cute dresses and bows.
Lizzy is completely different from both of her younger siblings. Her hair is bright red as her eyes are dark brown. While the others where straight or slightly wavy Lizzy's hair was full out curls. She preferred to have a simple style. Teeshirts and genes. She's been begging mom to let her get her hair cut short but mom won't let her.Alex and Lilly are the ones I send if I hear bed springs late at night. We all hate mom's boyfriend, he's no replacement for dad. I mean dad wasn't the best man but at least he had a house with more than two rooms, and it's not like this guy treats her any better.
I cooked dinner, watched the kids until mom came home then headed to the library.
I worked, and worked, and worked. Until finally I finish. It was B- work, worst case a C. "Y/n? Whatcha doing here?" I turned around to see Fresh with a few books, some of my favorites actually. "Finishing my project, what about you?"
"Oh I'm checking out some books, I need something to do to keep my mind off of PJ when he's at practice."
"Awww, are you guys dating?"
Fresh giggled a little and nodded. I was really happy for him. He deserves someone who will treat him nice."Hey, Fresh?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I an asshole?"
Fresh laughed a little, "not by a long shot."
I smiled a little, "thank you."Sorry there wasn't much of a story but I still wanted to do it.
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