Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you...
Now that it's over, I don't even know what I liked about you.
The words blew out of my speakers before I had a chance to open my eyes. Groaning, I pounded the snooze button. Monday morning... all I can say is fuck my life. Another weekday means another day of shallow whores spreading rumours that they invented themselves. In other words, High School.
Once I managed to pull myself out of bed, I hopped in the shower for 10 minutes. While rubbing my hair dry I walked inside my closet, grabbed some underwear, clothes and converse. I quickly dressed myself and looked in the mirror. Blue eyes stared back at me and I turned away for the door. Opening it, I sped out my door having seen the clock on the wall. 8:40 meant I only had 5 minutes to get to school. Grabbing my keys and bag, I all but sprinted out of the house and clambered into my car.
I fumbled with the keys for a while but eventually put turned them in the ignition and the car purred to life. I smiled with satisfaction. I loved the Aston Martin V12 Touchtronic. I won't lie, my family's got money. So I'm a petrol head, sue me. Letting off the handbrake, the car instantly jumped out the drive, out the gates and down the road. As I pulled into the parking lot, people stared at me out of their classrooms.
As I walked into my classroom, the teacher glared at me. "Dawn, I hope you have a good excuse for being an hour late for school."
"Well I'm sorry if I forgot to set my fucking clock an hour forward."
"Don't talk to me in that tone. Detention, after school with me."
"What crawled up your ass and died?" I muttered sitting down. I heard a low chuckled from behind me. I spun around and glared at the guy behind me.
"What's so funny dickwad?" I demanded
"Your life." He answered
"Do you wanna say that again? If you do, expect me to pound your face until it's so mutated, your mum will hate it more than she already does."
"Your life." The pratt replied in his drone of a voice. Slowly I stood up, walked over to his table and punched him several times in the face.
"Now... I'm going to ask you that question again. Do you wanna say that again?" I said in a voice promising pain. I laughed to myself as he shrunk into his seat, holding his face.
"Yeah... that's what I thought."
As the bell for lunch break rang I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god! If I had to sit through another minute of that woman droning on about the importance of the number 5, I would shoot her. Speeding out of the door, I went to my locker to retrieve my lunch.
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