Whose Worse So Called Bad Boy Or Me

new school

I was in a new school once again not to my will but because of the broken foster system. Everything would seem just fine then in just a flash it would all be snatched from your feet. This was my third school in one year and it was just ta the beginning the month of march to be exact. I took my details from the directors office and went in search for my locker as always it was at the bottom where i had to squat to get there properly. I had a loud bang on the locker above me and i was soon between two massive hands i stood up eyeing my oposer. Fights were things i was used to being in juvenile three times because of things like this well who said every story had a bad boy well not mine.

The guy just stood there taping me, then had the guts to offer me a cigarette god those things were death givers. I just took the cigarette between my fingers as if accepting the offer then broke it into half and aimed it to a bin near us , getting a few app-loads for my great reflexes i bowed sarcastically since he had moved his arms bending down i silently picked up my bag and kicking my locker to close it and headed to my first class which i had no idea where the class was.

Don't get me wrong the fact that there is no bad boy in my life doesn't mean i am the bad girl at least i believe i am not. My whole life has been around fights plus bullies so this one would not be the first rule iv'e broken at least it was just cigarette that I broke into half that's better than actually smoking the thing.

'Why do you have to associate with bullies cant you be a normal kid'  

I growled as i entered class i mean come on every student was in the hallway just a minute ago and i was the first to leave the seen when did they all get to class.

'Late on your first day Miss. Emerson.'

'Sorry' i murmured as i took the only sit left in the middle  of the class

'Well i hope it wont be a regular routine. By the way i'm Mr. Gold'

Funny name i have to say, the history lesson passed with me having drawn several sketches and getting out of class was a struggle cause everyone wanted to get out first to witness a fight happening on the school field. Remind me to leave class last next time but what the hell we had a fight to witness. 

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