Once I finally get to school, I'm on the verge of being late to biology. Once I lock up my bike and get to my locker, I only have about two minutes to spare.The last thing I need right now is to run into trouble.
When I'm just around the corner from bio, things turn extra sour for me.
"Where do you think you're going?" asks the last person I want to see right now.
Luke.
"To biology and I'd appreciate it if you would get out of my way" I say to Luke although I immediately regret it. Not that Luke would beat me up right here, right now, but there's nothing stopping him from doing it once we're out of school.
"Look," he says sternly, "if I ever catch you on Sydney's street again, you better learn to sleep with one eye open! Got it!?" He asks.
Just as I am about to respond, the bell rings and it is time for class.
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Once I get in the class room, everyone is already paired up with lab partners. 'I guess this means another lonely lab class' I think to myself. Not that I really mind working alone. I usually end up finishing before everyone else and I get to do it my way and take my time. I never get to do that when I have a lab partner.
Today we're doing something extremely simple that I feel like we're being punk'd. All that we're doing is making some sort of corn starch goo and pouring it on speakers to see how it reacts when the music starts playing.
Thankfully, my seat is next to the trash can so when I'm done I can just slide all my stuff into the bin without needing to even get up. The downside of that though is having everyone crowded around you, all fighting for a spot at the trash.
As I'm writing down my assignment, I feel a cold gooey substance soaking through my shirt and lots of snickers behind me. When I reach behind me to feel what landed on me, a voice that I'm not particularly found of speaks up.
"OH GOD NO!!! I am so sorry, Ashton!! I really am! I feel horrible considering that it's only the first period of the day and now you'll have to wear those filthy clothes for the rest of the day! I am so sorry!!" pledged green haired Michael Clifford.
"Like fuck you are." I snap at him.
"Hey buddy, I don't know what your problem is! I said I was sorry!!" Michael growled.
"Whatever just stay away from me." I say to Michael, followed up by lots of "oohhhhhhhhh"'s from everyone else in the class.
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The rest of the day goes by rather smoothly. I got an A on my algebra test, found out that band is going on a trip to New York City for an international band contest, and before I know it, the day is over.
When I get home, there's a note from my mum.
Hi Hun! I'm gonna be a bit late tonight but there's some soup in the fridge for your supper.
I love you -mum!!! xoxoxo
After I read the note, I get started on my homework and eventually fall asleep.
{a/n: sorry I keep on switching between verb tenses! I just noticed that and i already published some of the story so yeah sorry}
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