The Life of Bailey Walter- ON HOLD

Chapter 5- Over Protective

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Chapter 5- Over Protective

Recap;

“Need to- get- get to- Cl- class!” Blake gasped.

“Good point buddy” I blurted, slapping him on the cheek once for good measure before I got on my skateboard and wheeled away, laughs bubbling up in my stomach.

“Beat me if you can!” I yelled. Who am I kidding? You can never beat a girl on a skate board, especially if that girl is hyped up on red bull due to missing her breakfast.

Hey, I was under a lot of pressure this morning, so two cans of red bull didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Until my mother scolded me and took away the second can, before I could drink the other half of it. And I thought I was being very subtle about it.

I'm 1 and a half red bull cans high!

“Damn you, Bailey!” Blake laughed, “You’ll pay for this!”

I have no doubt about that. He may very well cover my locker in whipped cream and gummy bears. Oh, wait, he’s done that already.

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I walked into my roll call room for my class, okay; I rolled in on my skateboard. Blake ran in right after me, hot on my tail.

“Wazup Josephine?” I greeted, smiling at our roll call teacher as he sat in the chair behind his desk. He’s in his fifties, and he’s really mean, so I like to get on his nerves, it’s entertaining. I made him break his stress ball last time, though I’m not sure how, maybe it was faulty?

My small class of nineteen laughed at my usual greeting, which I never failed to miss. There’s just something about calling a teacher by their first name, especially when you feminise it. It really irks them.

“How many times to I have to tell you, Bailey, it’s Mr Peagan. No student will ever be calling me by my first name, especially when it is incorrect” he gritted out through his teeth.

I rolled over to my seat, sitting down and leaning my skateboard against the desk. I sat up straight, winking at Blake who walked over to his seat out of breath.

“Well, you can’t remember everything. Do go ahead and call the roll though, I’ll be waiting for my name sir”

I hid the grin on my face as I heard the distance rushing of heeled shoes on floor, growing closer and louder. Behold, the ice queen of Narnia is on her way. We should probably lock all the closets and wardrobes in the area.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, hiding it behind my desk, and began to text Blake, while Mr Peagan began to mark the roll.