Hour Glass

Chapter One: Welcome Back

Here I am, Stacy Peterson, sitting on the light blue ottoman in the middle of my bedroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My strawberry blonde swaying in the open window breeze on this beautiful morning. I look to my left as my alarm clock screams 7:34 am for the fourth damn time. After four times of clicking the snooze button, you figure it would get a clue and shut up. But, I guess sadly our technology is not at that level yet— how sad. I sluggishly creep to the other side of my room, my slippers sliding against the cold, hard floor. The clock screeches its final note, I slam my hand down onto it and flip it off. With a stretch and a yawn, I scoot over to my closet in the corner of the room to put on my "last first day" outfit. My maroon crop top with a silhouette of a cherry blossom tree, and the beautiful pink flowers displayed more vibrant than the rest of the shirt. Next, I slide on my dark blue high waisted jean that have everyone always teases me for wearing since they have fashioned designed holes in them. Finally throwing my sandals on, I sprint out the door grabbing my bag, keys, coffee mug, and lastly my dark grey beanie.
I pull into the lot at 7:56 and by the time I lock my car and get all my stuff I have only two minutes to get to my "LOVELY" first period, oh wait did I say lovely? I mean my miserable first period, with the always lovely Mr. Edward Shaw. This man is a terrible, bitter old geezer; he is a disgraceful human, let alone teacher. He always has about fifth teen old nasty coffee mugs around his room. It's like an unsuspecting game of hide and go seek, you find a mug, then you gag at the lovely sight of molding coffee. Great visual right? On top of being a moldy coffee mug hoarder, this man is the worst teacher anyone could ask for. He would suspend you, rather than look at you; he would and has given plenty of failing grades for students he wasn't "fond" of simply because he didn't think they were "intelligent" enough to continue in life. I even overheard a rumor once that he is a cultist leader— he's cruel enough so it wouldn't be a shock. The best part though is this bat crazy old man is teaching high schoolers, so comforting. Mr. Shaw has never had any respect for any of his students, or even any of his coworkers. He has no true work ethic, he makes fun of his students and acts like a teenager himself.
I sprint to the door of my class and step into the door as the bell rings. I quickly make my way to my seat in the back left, as far away from that lunatic as I can muster. "Well, if it isn't Miss Peterson finally joining us... Why are you late..." I hear over my shoulder in his usual cocky tone. I do not even have to look at Shaw to know his face while saying his "witty" remarks. His thin pale lips curling over hiss coffee stained teeth forming a hideous smirk.
"Oh, good morning Mr. Shaw, how are you on this glorious day...?" I attempt to say gleaming but add a bit too much sarcasm to my remark.
"Do not avoid my question miss. Why- are- you- late..." Shaw sneered.
"I am not late mister. I arrived as the bell rang; I also arrived with the other three fourths of the class..." I say timidly, still with a touch of sarcasm hidden in my voice. A soft mummer breaks out among my classmates. I set my things down, astonished that I managed to stand up too the evil headmaster Shaw with no consequence, let alone without him attempting to suspend me for whatever "bad" thing I supposedly had done.
Just as I leaned back in my chair I hear him chuckle and add, "do you have something more you'd wish to say Miss Peterson?" I do not know what it was about the crude tone of voice he had when he spoke, but after five minutes into the first day of my senior year I already wanted to kill him. I just smiled and shook my head but, he still sought out to ruin my day. "You know it is a shame love, here on the attendance sheet it shows you never even arrived to class... now collect your things and leave."
"What?! Why?!" I yelped.
"Well missy, if I am being honest? It is simply due to the reason- I don't like you nor your presence. Now leave my class and wipe that surprised look off your face. Also, don't forget to pick your jaw up off the floor on your way out, you will catch flies."
I snatched up my bag, coffee and my other belongings. As I stormed out of the classroom I could hear snickering behind me. I cannot believe this, this is such horse shit! It's the first day and he is already being terrible! It is not even 8:15 and I've already been kicked out by my asinine, rude, dimwitted teacher! What the hell is his nerve... I push the door open and storm through the courtyard to the opposite side of campus to the band room.