"Hello how may I help you?" The woman receptionist smiled while she asked me.
"Hello I'm being kicked out of school and I was informed that I need some sort of document for all my tutors to sign?" I smiled back.
"May I have your name please?" She asked still smiling.
"Oh yes my name is Kasey Wilson." I smoked back. God damn I don't think I've ever smiled so much in such a short time.
"Oh yes I have herd a lot about you case." She still smiled. Goddamn does she always bloody smile?
I don't know how to reply so I just nodded. The receptionist typed a couple of things on her computer. It took a couple of minutes for her to type some details in. While I was waiting I was just looking in different places around the office. I found out the woman's name is Sylvia.
Finally Sylvia stopped typing and took her thick framed glasses of and walked over to the printer. A couple of seconds Sylvia was back with a dew sheets of printed paper in her old wrinkly hands.
"Now Miss Wilson. Please could you go to you normal lessons for today. You have to sit through all of the lessons and at the end of each lesson you have to ask the teacher to sign you out. At the end of the day you need to get the head teacher, your guidance manager and other teachers you didn't have today to sign the documents." Sylvia said while handing me the papers with a smile still creased on her face.
I nodded and smiled at her "Thank you." I replied as I turned around to walk away. As I turned around the old woman gasped.
"Did that hurt?" She asked.
I turned back around to see her face. Her face was priceless. She was so shocked. I couldn't help but have a cheeky grin on my face.
"No it was fine actually."
"How were you able to get it done at your age?" Sylvia asked in total confusion. I looked her right in the eyes and placed my index finger to my nose and tapped it lightly. I smiled and turned around and started to walk to my first lesson which I was now 20 minutes late for. But I didn't care it was only stupid math. I think we are doing algebra today. When the hell is algebra going to help me in real life? Stupid school.
I walked along the long corridor on the way to my maths class. I finally arrived out side the maths class door. I prepped myself up a bit before stumbling into the classroom. Mr Campbell glared at me as I walked in. I turned my back to him as I walked to the back of the classroom to my regular seat. It just so happened that I had to sit next to James. Who as far as I know is in a mood with me.
"Why the hell are you late Kasey?" Mr Campbell yelled.
"None of you business." I yelled back.
"I think you'll find that it is my business and don't you dare raise your voice at me." Mr Campbell growled at me. At this point the whole class was looking at me shocked.
"Oh and Kasey cover up your back." My growled once more."
"How about I can raise my voice as much as I want, you'll never find out where I was and no I won't cover up my back. I like what is on my back so you can shove a razor blade up your ass." I snapped at him.
He stood there looking disgusted at me.
"Sir you do realise you are fighting a loosing battle. Come on sir your arguing with Kasey. You aren't winning here sir." Some lad called Josh said to the teacher.
"Josh, Kasey get outside right this instance." Mr Campbell screamed.
"You can't just keep your mouth shut can you?" James whispered at me. I gave him a death glare and stood up and grabbed my bag and so did Josh.
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It's complicated. (Ben Bruce fanfic)
FanfictionA rebellious girl called Kasey goes to school with three of band mates Danny, Sam and James. They are in the Band Asking Alexandria. Kasey is the rhythm guitarist but their band is missing one more person. A lead guitarist. Kasey goes to school one...