Wanna fact about me? I hate my last name.
A girl that wants to survive highschool can't come prancing in with a last name like 'Hutchinings'.
And truthfully, being a teacher's kid sucks.
Everyone thinks that having a parent as your teacher means that you will always get good grades, and after school help, and all kind of privileges.
Heads up, people. They're WRONG.
Being a teacher's kid means that you have an ever-present nagging voice about doing better, finishing the extra worksheets they print out, and having the kids at school take their anger at the teachers out on you.
My mom isn't soft and cuddly. Shes a hard core teacher at school, -and not at school.
As I ride in the back seat of the car, my mom babbles about annoying students and how the coffee pot was empty in the teachers lounge.
Truthfully? I don't care.
"How was school?" Mom asked.
"Fine." I sigh. "Besides watching Ginger humiliate Sharah, I'm fine."
"What happened?" My mom asked.
"Ginger pulled off Sharah's hijab and hid it." I answer casually. The poor girl had tried to cover her hair with her hands, and had cried as the boys touched it, defiling her.
"Oh, did Ginger get in trouble?" Mom waited.
Rolling my eyes, I answer, "of course not. She never gets in trouble. You know her parents are on the school board. All the teachers have been warned not to upset her parents. You of all people should know that." I sass.
"That's too bad." Is all mom has to say as we pull up the driveway to our drab apartment.
I wave to Andrew, the smart, thirteen-year-old sophmore, and follow my mom inside.
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Storm Star
Sci-fiNine teens, chosen for some mysterious purpose, the survivors of "the wipe-out" as that day was called. A post-apocalyptic world is all that left. And the aliens who came.
