Fourth period. Just one more class until lunch. I was currently in Math class, ignoring the lecture my teacher was giving me. It was the same routine every day.
"You need to be quiet when I talk! Otherwise you will be sent to the office!" It's nothing new. There was only 20 minutes of class left, but it still felt like eternity until the bell rang.
"Psst! Scarlet!" I hear my name get whispered behind me. I turn around and look at the person reckoning me, making sure they know by the look I gave them that I didn't want to get in trouble. That still didn't stop them though from talking too me. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?" Seriously?!
"Why didn't you ask someone in the beginning of class? Class is practically over!" I whisper yell. They couldn't be serious.
"Scarlet, Tammy! Do I need to give you guys detention?" The teacher yells at us. Dammit!
"N-No Mrs. Clemens! She was just-" I get interrupted.
"Na-a! I don't want to hear it. Office, now!" She points her pencil towards the door. You've got to be kidding me. Grabbing my stuff, I make my way too the door with a groan. There are a couple 'Oooo!'s coming from the class, following with another lecture.
"Mrs. Cooper. Do you have any idea how much trouble your in right now? This is the 3rd time this week you've been sent too the office." That's my Vice Principle, Mr. Ackerman. In the beginning of the year, we were acquaintances. But now, we kinda think of each other as friends. But that doesn't defeat the fact that their still disappointed in me.
"Yes, I'm fully aware of the reason I'm here. But you have to listen to me when I say this." I give him a serious look as I say. "She is was too sensitive when it comes to talking. The slightest noise and she wigs out!" At this point, he was already tired of it. He leans back, crossing his arms in a sigh.
"Well even if I agreed with you, I still have to call your mother. Its protocol." This makes me sigh, and I place my head in the palm of my hands.
"Okay, I understand. Just get it over with." The Mr. Ackerman nodded and grabbed the phone. He started typing the number in. 'Oh I'm so going to get it later.' I hear him start talking with my mother, while the phone was gradually getting louder.
"Miss, please understand that from what I heard, it wasn't her fault this time. Someone else caused her to be sent to the office. " There was a stressful expression on his face. All I know, is that once I get home...
Things aren't going to be pretty.
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ActionIt was a busy day at Preston High School. The roads were full, buses were late, things were normal. All until 'she' came along. That's when the school started experiencing drama. People were losing their friends. Those lower on the social tier's sta...
