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Chapter 2

( Selena )

I was walking to my next class when I accidentally bumped into someone.

I looked up and saw Kimberly staring down at me. I glared at her. She was one of the people I hated in this school, and trust me, I hate a lot of people.

"Get out of my way gomez" she rolled her eyes

I just blankly stared at her. Sure she was pretty with her long blonde hair, and big brown eyes, but she was a bitch, and that's what I didn't like about her.

"Quit staring at me and move you freak" she stared at me like if I were some creature

"Don't flatter yourself" I rolled my eyes and pushed her aside.

I heard the bell ring and I groaned, great.

I jogged to the door and swung it open, causing it to hit the wall and make a loud bang.

Everyone in class looked at me, I felt my face turn hot and I quickly sat in an empty seat.

"You're late" I heard Mr. Martin mumble

I ignored him and took out my pencil and notebook. I looked at the board and began taking notes.

"Selena" I heard somebody whisper behind me

I turned around and saw a girl looking at me smiling sheepishly.

"Yes?"

"Can I borrow a pencil?" She chuckled "I forgot mine at home"

"Yeah sure" I grabbed my backpack and took out a pencil, then gave it to her

"Thanks" she said shyly and began writing notes

"Gomez quit talking" Mr. Martin yelled, turning red

He hated when people talked. Even if you whispered just a little he gets really angry

"I was giving her a pencil" I rolled my eyes, resting my head on the palm of my hand

"Don't talk back to me!" He yelled, making all students look at him then back at me

I blushed from embarrassment and looked down "I wasn't talking back to you" I mumbled

"Detention" he said

"What why!" I raised my head. How could he give me detention?! I've never gotten detention and I refuse to get one for this small thing.

"Want to go to the principles office?" He glared at me

I stayed quiet, and began writing notes. I hate him. I hate him so much.

"Thought so" he muttered

***

I was about to walk home but then I remembered I had detention.

I've never gotten detention so where do I go?

I shrugged and went to Mr. Martins class.

I opened the door and peeked my head in. I saw him on his computer, typing away.

I silently coughed, hoping to get his attention

"What are you doing here gomez" he mumbled, not looking at me

"I have detention" I said simply

"Go to room B203" he said

I huffed and walked out. That room was on the other side of the building. And after many minutes of walking I finally arrived. I knocked on the door and an old teacher came out, looking at me up and down.