'What.' I snapped as a finger poked my back. I was sleepy, and whoever dares to wake me would suffer-
'MR.RASHERVILLE. WOULD YOU KINDLY GET OUT FROM DAT MERCIFUL WONDERLAND OF YOURS?'
My eyelids flew open. Shit. Mrs. Jones. I snapped at Mrs. Jones.
I bounced up from my seat, knocking over I.T.'s pencil case.
'Sorry.' I mouthed and turned to Mrs.Jones. 'Mrs, I'm really sorry, i-'
Mrs.Jones shook her head and said 'HOW DARE YOU FALL ASLEEP IN MA CLASS, YOU UNGRATEFUL YOUNG LAD. DO YOU KNOW DAT LOTS OF PEOPLE DO NOT RECEIVE DECENT EDUCATION LIKE YOU DO, KID, AND EVEN THEY DO, THEY AIN'T GOT A TEACHER LIKE ME WHO TEACHES YOU PATIENTLY UNTIL YA'LL LEARN-' She blabbered on. I mean, lol, she was literally finding a chance to praise herself in front of everyone. 'MR.RASHERVILLE! ARE YOU LISTENING TO MA MEANINGFUL SPEECH THAT I JUST GAVE YOU?????' She brayed.
'Uh, yeah, of course.'
'Grate. Now if you mind, mister, sit down and shut your mouth. That huge hanging out mouth of yours is haunting me.'
I sat down, my cheeks flushing red like a tomato. Jones liked making your school life like hell. I.T. suddenly passed me a note.
I.T.: its OK. I know how u feel.
Me: k, uh, thx.
I.T.: ;)
I pushed the paper slip back to it. We sound so girly. Eww.
'Ya got a note from I.T., eh?' Brody said in a teasing voice.
'YEAH MAN I SAW YA.' Jeanz pipped up rather loudly. Very loudly.
'Shut up,' I hissed, slapping the back of Jeanz's head.
Jeanz's eyes widened dramatically, clutched his chest and whispered in a hoarse voice 'You broke my heart, man, you broke my heart.'
Brody and I laughed so hard that we have to clutch our dear stomachs for life.
'Mom I'm home.' I yelled then ran up to my room. I opened my laptop and checked on all the random stuff that makes you fall in love with. For example, Facebook. I clicked the icon with the two little person figures on it, showing a friend request. I froze.
I.T..
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I.T.
General FictionI.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.