Beware of the B

Chapter Four

Don't you have anything better to do on a Saturday than sit around and eat all this crap" Sade complained from behind me.

"Don't you have anything better to do than bitch about what I'm doing," I snapped back.

"Whatever," she walked towards the front door, "I'm going out." Just like that she left.

I really don't get what she was bitching about. There is nothing more enjoyable than sitting around watching my favorite shows and stuffing my face with junk. There is just no other way to live life.

But of course, she doesn't understand that. Her definition of fun is going clubbing every chance she gets and becoming extremely wasted. More than once, I'd have to rescue her drunk ass. I didn't mind though. I'd rather do that than to have her drink and drive or to have someone give her a ride and take advantage of her.  We might not get along, but she's still my sister and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.

I continued to watch the marathon of Bad Girls Club. Most teens like to watch PLL and such, but these were my favorite types of shows. Though I still watched all those teen dramas when I want to. Yup, yup. I'm super versatile.

Out of nowhere some fight broke out and it was complete chaos between the girls. I couldn't help but smile. 'This is the life,' I thought.
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My alarm went off and I couldn't help but groan. Where did the time go? The weekend went by really fast. Faster than I'd like it to.

Like most people, I hated Monday, completely despised it. It just a reminder that the weekend is over and it's time to spend another week being around people I don't want to be around. Yeah, Mondays suck.

When I finished getting dressed, I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Usually I don't eat breakfast, but I decided to have a bowl of cereal before I left.

After heading to my locker, I walked into first period. At the sound of the bell, everyone poured in and took their seats around me. A few minutes later, in walked Miss. Sunshine, aka Ms. Jones.

"Happy Monday students," she stated happily, "To start this wonderful day off, I am administering a pop quiz on the Cell and its components. So clear your desks." Way to make a Monday much worse than it already was.

As I read the first question, all that came to mind was 'Why did I take AP Biology?'

I walked out of first period feeling completely brain dead. I felt as though I did okay on the quiz, but at the same time I didn't know. It would've much more easier if they didn't make the questions so damn confusing. But all-in-all, I think I atleast got a B, which wasn't bad at all.

Luckily, my brain didn't have to do much work in Mr. Johnson's class. All we basically did was take notes on trigonometric functions which seemed quite simple. For once, I was thankful for the bitter, old man.

I walked into the cafeteria and was excited to see that they were serving nachos. I got my lunch and contemplated whether or not I wanted to sit at my usual spot. After a while I decided it was better not to break tradition, so I continued to the 'popular' table.

Unlike most days, the usual seat dwellers were actually there and my usual spot was taken up by none other than Barbie herself. 'Here we go, again' I thought.

As I got to the table, most of the 'populars' glanced up at me, which caused Chelsea to turn around. As soon as she saw me, a smug expression took over her features.

"Looks like there's no space today," she said in a fake nice tone, "Guess you'll just have to find somewhere else to sit," I narrowed my eyes, "Run along now," she said shooing me away as if I was a fly.