"You are two minutes late," Mr. Deli said.
Mr. Deli is my science teacher he's the meanest and weirdest teacher of all time. He has big glasses, a long nose and black hair, or should I say black toupee (he not fooling no one with that shit on his head.) Not to mention, he is always grumpy. Mr. Deli always calls us by our last name, like we are in the military.
"What! Are you kidding me?" I said appalled.
"Does it look like I'm kidding Roberson," Mr. Deli said.
"Urgh, whatever!" I said loud enough so he can hear me.
"Detention," he said while writing on the board.
"WHAT! Are you serious?" I said.
"Are you working on detention number two Roberson?'' Mr. Deli said.
"You know what I'm--- (I didn't want to say anything else before I end up in jail for slapping the dog shit out of him) ... nothing, no I do not want detention twice Mr. Deli," I said. It took everything in me to hold my anger in.
"Alright then take your seat," he said satisfied. I looked at him crazy and just stomped off to my seat (there wasn't really nowhere to stomp to because my desk was near the door, so I just took baby stomps). I sat in my seat, looking up at the board to see what I needed to jot down in my notebook. "Great," I said to myself. I have two projects and a study guide to look over. While I was sitting in my seat, minding my own business, one of the kids sarcastically coughed out "H-O-E" I knew they were talking about me because I was the only one who was fucking pregnant in the ROOM! I just rolled my eyes and slouched in my seat praying the day will be over soon.
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General FictionA teenage girl name Michelle who is a seventeen year old mother struggling to get through life and high-school but she can't seem to get a break from her life issues or even the school bullies/popular clique "The Perfect Princesses". Along the line...
