A game of oreo

Chapter 8

(A.N.: Wassup! so the new person is here and will play an important role, Very important, its a girl, and her account is 'music_is_my_life_01 '! YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAYYERYYSYYYYYYYYUUUYYYYTTYYAAYYY! I meant yay.)

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Darren's POV

-Wednesday-

I'm in my last class and I can't wait until it's over. My little sister called earlier and wants me to come pick her up from school because it's early day. Stupid seventh graders and their wants. Me and Niyla have been pretty cool. On Monday we ended up going to the park and skipping school. Yesterday was just a regular day, go to school, go home, live social life, repeat. That type of stuff.

I scribbled nonsense on my notebook as my Ms.Finland talked about a writing assessment we have to do next week. My mind is blank, I don't even know what I'm writing. "Psst, Darren. Darren look at me." My peace was interrupted and something hit my temple. I look down to at whatever hit me and find a mechanical pencil.

I look up at Niyla who is has a wide smile on her face and her fingers poking her cheeks. My eyebrows furrow, "You threw a pencil at me? I could've died! What if it would've hit my eye?" I whisper yell. Niyla scoffs, "How can a pencil kill you, you overdramatic twat. I mean like seriously!" She stares at me as if I'm stupid. I huff and cross my arms.

Niyla turns back to her work and begins writing. She turns back to me and crumples up the paper, then throws it at me. It hits me right in the eye and I yelp in suprise. Her eyes widen in worry then looks in a different direction. I turn around to see what she was looking. Ms.Finland has her arms crossed and is glaring at me. What the fuc- "Darren, meet me after class I need to have a word with you." She still has that hard glared aimed at me. What did I do to her? "What did I do? I mean like, I do know you're just trying to make me stay so you can rape me and all, but I'd rather not Ms.Finland."

Ms.Finland's glare hardens, if that's possible, and my eyes widen. "NOW YOU HAVE AFTER SCHOOL DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK! DO NOT LEAVE MY CLASS AND HOPEFULLY YOU WILL LEARN YOUR LESSON!" By the end of her big outburst most of the class is cowering under a desk or behind their backpacks.

The bell rings and everyone rushes out. To my suprise I'm not alone with the rapist teacher. Tsk, Tsk. Niyla comes and sits beside me. "What are you doing?" I ask. She just looks at me confused, "Well I'm the one who got you in trouble so i'll stay with you." And that's when it hits me, Autumn!

"Actually you did get me into this mess so can you do me a little favor please?" Niyla hesitates then nods her head. "Can you pick my sis up my sister Autumn from school? She doesn't have a ride." Niyla's face glows in delight, "Sure, I love kids." she says in a high pitched voice. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. She goes to Big league middle school. Not short, Not tall. Dirty blonde hair. Looks a bit like me. You'll know her when you see her. And her name is Autumn." I hand her my car keys then Niyla nods her head and runs out of the room. "Finally!" Ms.Finland mutters and I roll my eyes. "Rapist."

Niyla's POV

I run as fast as I can to Darren's car. Unlocking the car door, I hop in and shove the key into the ignition. I know where Big league middle school is, I use to go there. The school's car line is pretty short so this shouldn't be too hard. When I am in the car ramp I look around listing off the features of this so called Autumn. When I see a girl who looks a lot like the child Darren described I honk my horn. She turns around along with all the kids crowded around her.

"Hey you," I point to her. "are you Autumn?" She opens her mouth and looks at me in disbelief. Placing her hand on her hip, she starts walking towards me. "I know that you did not just come up here and honk at me then yell out my name. There could be cops looking for me again and i'm not going back to juvy. And why are you in my brothers car you thief? " Autumn lashes out on me, her head moving in circles.