I was awoken by the ringing of my alarm clock placed on the night stand next to my bed. Realizing I had to get up for school, a silent groan escaped my lips.I threw the covers off of me and rubbed my eyes. The sudden breeze of cold air caused me to pull the covers back over my body and fit in a bit more sleep. I hate procrastinating, but I needed the extra amount of rest and it's what teenagers do. The night before I stayed up late on tumblr and boy do I regret it a lot.
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Once again, I woke up and almost instantly my eyes shot to the clock on my nightstand. It was 9:30, school had begun half an hour ago. Panicking, I hopped into the shower and brushed my teeth. I slipped on the first clothes I saw, which consisted of maroon sweatpants; a grey sweatshirt and a pair of grey Vans. Yeah, people say I dress like a boy. But I couldn't care less. This is what I'm comfortable in. Get over it.
Grabbing everything I needed, I ran out the house saying a quick goodbye to my dad. After what seemed like an hour long car ride which was only ten minutes, I finally arrived at school. I looked in the rearview mirror and got the fright of my life. I screamed at the horrendous sight in front of my eyes. My hair was standing up in all directions as if I'd been electrocuted. It's a good thing I keep a brush in the car. I wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment if people were to laugh at me. I'd be the laughing stock of the entire school. Shuddering at the thought, I tried to erase it from my mind.
Brushing through my dark hair, I struggled against the knots. I didn't have much time, so I carelessly threw my hair up in a messy bun. I ran to the front office after locking my car. I regret parking so far, but then again all the parking nearer to the school was taken. I collected a late pass and made it to period two, the subject I dreaded the most. Chemistry. The teacher is horrible, on the first day of school everyone got detention for not wiping their feat on the mat when we entered the classroom. He's a complete neat freak, and all he has as company at home is many cats. He always tells us stories about his cats, which might I add bores us to death. But nonetheless it's fun to annoy him.
I casually strolled into the classroom leaving the doors wide open behind me. Everyone dropped their pens at the sudden impact of the door slamming into the wall. I cringed slightly but continued. "Hey teach!" I smiled at Mr. May gesturing a high five. When he didn't respond, I sheepishly said "Or not?". He tipped his glasses a bit so that his bare eyes could meet mine and raised a brow.He placed his glasses back in its original spot and opened his hand as if receiving money. I chuckled as the thought played in my mind. "What's the joke Ms. Rivers? Care to share it?" he asked. I shook my head and said "No." "Very well, then." he once again opened his hand. This time I threw the crumpled up late pass in his hand. He glared at me, probably because the late slip wasn't neat.
I slipped into one of the empty seats in the back of the classroom and averted my attention to him. "So as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted." Mr. May glared at me and emphasized the word 'rudely'. Dude, does it look like I care? I muted him out of my head and drummed my fingers making a beat on the desk. I always wanted to do drumming, but never really got out to it.
After a while I got extremely bored so I decided to start annoying Mr. May. I scratched in my backpack for an extra sheet of paper and found one. Beside me, Matt laughed knowing what I was about to do. Matt is your typical seventeen year old boy with blue eyes and blonde hair that desperately needs a trim. He's perverted and how do I put it without being too forward...has a sexy imagination. Honestly, I don't really like him.
I aimed straight for Mr. May's forehead with the crumpled up piece of paper that I had torn off from my scrap paper. I threw it at him and acted busy while looking up to see his reaction. To say he was angry is an understatement. He was fuming, he had gone completely out of control and boy did I feel satisfied.
"Who did i-" Mr. May asked trying to stay calm, but the bell cut him off. Everyone stormed out of the classroom and left him hanging. I smirked and left for American literature with Mrs. Anderson. It went by quite fast if I must say.
