K-12: Legacy

Class Fight (Part one)

We somehow manage to make it to K-12 in one peace, without the driver crashing, no murder or suicide committed. We exit the bus and Rosalie's cult flocks around her, giggling and yapping away, so very content with their useless existence.

We get in a line and walk to English class, leaving the driver to haul our luggage to our dorms. I smile in satisfaction. From out of the corner of my eye, I see Rosalie holding hands with a stunning girl with long caramel coloured hair. I stare at the couple, for a couple they so obviously are. I know for a fact that Rosalie is homophobic because yesterday I saw her yelling "Faggots!" at a gay couple in the park.

When we get to class, the teacher is snorting up something, but when she hears us tromping in, she whirls around to greet us.

"Uh... P-please sit down. F-find your name and sit." The teacher looks like a nervous sort, but I can tell she won't be that bad of a teacher, and English was one of my favourite classes. She started talking about figurative language.

I sit down when I find my nameplate taped to my desk. Aberdeen sits down next to me, and Hot Girl sits a row behind me. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and Hot Girl asks me for a piece of gum. I sighed because this was the fourteenth time today someone asked me for gum. But she blinked her big grey eyes at me, and I handed her a piece of gum, a glazed expression on my face.

"Thanks. My name's Athena, by the way," she says quietly. 

"Elliott," I manage to stutter. Aberdeen nudges me and leers. I glare at her and give her a kick under the table.

I hear a snap! behind me, and I turn around and look at Rosalie. She had broken her pencil in half and dropped the larger piece. Here we go, I thought. Rosalie bent way, way over so that her skirt flipped up and her fat ass was exposed. I wanted to smack her so badly...

Kim, who was sitting next to her made the duck-lip face at Rosalie, and she smirked back at her. I saw Rosalie writing something down, and the next thing I know is a wad of paper hit me on the head!

I looked at her in utter loathing and un-crumpled the paper. It read "See you at recess!"

She asked for it, I told myself, plotting my revenge.

"Teacher," Rosalie asked. "Can I go to the restroom?" 

The teacher nodded. Athena repeated the phrase, and again the teacher nodded. I knew what they were up to, and so did the teacher, and so did everyone in the class.

When they left the room, the teacher opened her desk drawer and pulled out something I knew to be detention slips. She wrote something on them and called me to her desk.

"Go out in the hall and wait for Rosalie and Athena. When they get back, give these papers to them. They know the rules on being lesbian here at K-12."

I was slightly miffed at her lesbian comment, but I went out in the hallway. It turned out that I didn't have to wait for long- because there they were, making out on a bench.

I cleared my throat.

Rosalie jerked her head at me, startled. I wordlessly handed her the papers. If only I could be in her shoes for one day.

"See you at recess," I said under my breath.

"What was that?" Rosalie asked. 

I didn't reply. They went back into the classroom, and I lingered in the hallway for a bit. I pulled out my phone and tapped the one contact I had on it- Mother.

She picked up on the first ring and demanded to know every single detail about me and my existence. What products I was using for my hair, if my uniform was being ironed, and if I was putting on enough makeup. God forbid she asked me how I felt.

I ignored her questions and asked right out, "Mommy, why do I feel sad? Should I give her away, or feel this bad?"

She caught on instantly and seemed appalled. I think she remembered her fight with Cry Baby when she went to K-12. "Don't you choke!" She snarled into the phone. She then hung up.

I was about to go back into the classroom when I saw the principal- my father- walking towards me. "Elliott, shouldn't you be in class?" he asked. 

"Yes sir," I muttered. He had obviously overheard my conversation with my mom.

He nodded. "Get back to class."

I turned around, and but felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. "Yes?"

He leaned in and whispered, "Go for the throat."