Why me ? -Caspar Lee

Chapter 7

I parked my bycicle, and I entered the noisy school hall.

I opened my locker and putted my books in it.

"I guess we have our lockers next to each other." He scared me again. Caspar was standing next to me.

"Can you PLEASE stop scaring me ?"

"I can't promise you anything."

"Hey... What's the second lesson on your schedule ?" I asked.

"Uhm... English. You ?" He asked. I didn't know it, so I looked down at my coloured schedule.

"I have... History. UGHHHHHHH." I hated history. It was difficult and boring I hated that subject the most of all the others.

"What's the matter ?" He asked.

"I just.. hate it." I said. I was thinking of a good answer to give.

*DING DANG DONG... DING DANG DONG....

"That is the most stupidest school bell I ever heard." I said, while laughing with Caspar.

*DING DANG DONG... DING DANG DONG...

"We need to go to home room, now." He said.

The bell stopped, and the hall was empty.

"Fuck, were late." I said and we ran to a class. I didn't know which one so Caspar grabbed my hand, and pulled me with him.

"It's on the same floor, silly." He said. My cheeks were tomato red, because of the shame. I was running the other way.

"Sorry that were late Ms Ruelliot." I said.

(A/N Wtf ? Ruelliot ? nice name don't ya think ? I can invent the best names. First we have Ms Claypit, then Ruelliot.)

"Just... sit down so I can start my lesson."

*After Homeroom

"Good luck with boring history" Caspar whispered.

I sighed. "Yeah, I'll need it."

I walked alone to history. We had to wait before the classroom of we were to early.

"OMG ew, look, the fugly slut is there." I looked up and I saw her and the others.

The bitch face with the sparkles. The bitch face with her dumb slaves.

The bitch face who I have class with for the whole year.

Cassandra.