Confessions Of A Spoiled Brat

Chapter 4

  Lunch was over pretty quick. Next class is history, Argh...... I don't even know where the damn classroom is. Being new sucks.

  "Hey cameron, can you-" I start, but Cameron just picked up his bag and walked off. And, no, he did not, he did'nt, run away, from me, ok? Fine, maybe he speed walked away, but he definately, did NOT, run away from me, because my presence is just such a blessing. Well, I guess he's not going to help me get to the classroom. Whatever, I don't need Cameron.

  Turns out, room 125 wasn't that far away, it was right next to my locker. Wish I had known that 10 minutes ago, it would have saved me a shit load of time.

  I push open the door... and immediately want to slam the door shut so I can run away and pretend I still don't know where the classroom is.

  Damn me for being late, the only empty seat left was right in front of Jay. He's going to annoy the heck out of me now.

  "Nice of you to join us, Miss Dawn... ten minutes late." A strict librarian kind of teacher says to me in a no nonsense tone. God, what is it with all the no-nonsense voice and teachers. Like, just because your a teacher doesn't mean you have to use that voice to teach. I mean, come on, its totally not good OR fresh, and
its totally unoriginal.

  "Sorry, I got lost." I reply while heading towards the damned empty spot. Miss scary librarian pauses for a while, probably to decide if she should continue with the lesson or start yelling at me.

  Thank god she decided that I wasn't worth wasting time on and turned back to face the board to continue scribbling down stuff, occasionally sprouting some gibberish I didn't understand.

  As for Jay, he wasn't being too irritating. It was a decent amount of irritating. Just kicking the back of my chair and pretending he didn't do what he obviously did whenever I told him to stop. What, does he think we're still in elementary school? I got through it though.

  Note to self: Get to class early and pick a non shitty seat.

  So after history with Miss scary(that rhymes), I go to my other classes, where nothing bad or good happens. Its not as easy as it sounds but I managed to get it done. Because I'm a smart, independent woman who does NOT need Cameron or Ray to get to every class.

  I was this close, to an emotional breakdown. But lets not talk about that.

  Finally, the day was almost over after all those boring classes with boring people. One last one I had to sit through before that day was over and I could get my ass in my challenger and drive home. What a dream come true.

  There weren't that many people in class yet, so I had enough seat choices to pick from. I settled for one at the side of the class and in the second last row. I dump my stuff on the desk and just when my butt hits the chair, a girl with her auburn hair tied back in a french braid comes up to me and puts her starbucks on my desk.

  She looks like the popular girl kind of girl but she doesn't exactly fit in with the popular girl stereotype, in a way. For one, she doesn't have dumb friends following behind her. And she isn't wearing a short skirt and tank top. She also isn't tanned to perfection or whatever. In fact, she's really fair.

  I've always loved my slightly tan skin, probably because of how often random people just tell me how it kinda glows. But one glance at that girl's fair skin and I just want to cover myself up and hide in a hole forever.

  Wait, what? Man, this girl is making me feel shitty. I changed my mind, she does fit in with the popular girl stereotype.

  "Excuse me, new girl. You're in my seat." She says to me. Also, can I just mention her weird, yet amazingly, beautifully, lit AF accent. It, no joke, sounds like a really dope-ass song, got transformed into words that she speaks... but you can still hear the song? Does that make sense? Why is her voice legit messing with my head right now?