LOL, Bitch Thinks Im Good(On Hold)

Chapter Three: Foxy

A loud bell woke me up from my precious beauty sleep, making me run out of my bed and running around believing it was a fire bell not a school bell that had woken me up.

“LYLA, WAKE THE FUCK UP. FIRE!” I grabbed her blanket and took it off her so roughly she fell down to the floor face down.

“Hm…what?” her voice sleepy. She caressed her temples with thumbs and looked at me while I freaked out.

“FIRE, YOU MORON. COME ON, WE GETTA GET OUT!”

“It’s the morning bell…” Lyla yawned and her eyebrows furrowed. “There’s no fire.”

“Huh?” I said dumbfounded and calmed myself down. “What the heck is a morning bell?”

Lyla stood up, stretched her arms out wide and tapped her mouth when she yawned. She then sat down on her bed, continuing to caress her temples.

“A morning bell is a bell that is made to wake us up from our sleep.” she continued and tilted her head confused at me. “Didn’t you know?”

“No, no one bothered to tell me that every morning I was going to wake up with that bell booming.” I sighed and calmed myself down while I tied my bed up. It was messy after my little freak out a few seconds ago.

“So I am going to wake up every morning because of that horrible bell?” I asked and sighed.

“Pretty much. Except for the weekends.”

Aw hell, I was going to wake up with a headache every morning then.

Great, just great.

**

After the little hectic morning that I still had a grudge on, I got showered up and ready for my first school day at my new very religious school. I was about to wear my favorite short shorts when I heard Lyla gasp horrified at me.

“You can’t wear that.” she said breathless and frowned disbelievingly at me.

“I can’t?” my voice sarcastic.

“No, wait here.” she gestured to me with her index finger to stay put. She went into her wardrobe and threw out clothes, desperately trying to find whatever she was supposed to find.

“Aha.” she said victoriously and looked at me. “This is your uniform.” She held up some clothing in front of me.

Oh God no.

She was holding up a bright white shirt, a black tie and a black skirt that ended right under your knee. To top that she had a black blazer with the school logo.

A cross.

I cocked my head and raised my brow. “I aint wearing that.”

“You have to; it’s one of the rules.” Lyla threw the cloths at me and went to open the door. “I’ll be in the cafeteria if you need me.”

She left and closed the door with a bang, leaving me alone with the ugly ass clothes I was supposed to wear. I smiled for myself and looked after my scissor. Since I had to wear these, I might as well design it to something that is...well…me I guess.

I bet the nuns would freak the fuck out when they saw me. I pictured myself them running to the church, begging to God to forgive my radical behavior.

I began the cutting.

*

I remembered Lyla mention something about the cafeteria so I walked to wherever the cafeteria was.

Problem is, I had no idea of where the cafeteria was just as I had no idea of how algebra worked. I got very lost in the big hallways. There were doors everywhere, and none of them led me to the cafeteria. I banged on every door, opened it when no one answered and was met with rooms that had nothing but beds and wardrobes.