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I'm so sorry for talking a lot, lemme stop hereSo yeah, it was a narrow escape from detention.
Break was over and we had other classes I was not interested in especially English. It felt like Miss Susan was blabbing cos I didn't concentrate on a word she was saying till she reached my worst part of English- sounds, like oh my....why did we study what we'd never use?
It felt worthless to me but she was a pretty woman with nice curves so all the boys never skipped her class, though they also never aced it.
I was looking forward to lunch and yes, I love food, judge me! I'm ever faithful and proud of it just as it is of me *mentally gives food a high five*
Food has always been there for me and it doesn't judge. And no, I'm definitely not overweight or anything but I believe its a blessing.I got so tired there that my mind went off from class I was wondering how Charlie was faring in history class, I was sooooo bored I started listening, let me rephrase that..
Cynthia Sophie Coleman Evans was learning English language in class! Now that's terrible.
5 more minutes till lunch and I was counting down like crazy..4 more minutes... 3....2 and then it felt like time wasn't moving, like damn, how long was sixty seconds? Anyways, it was soon enough, so I told myself. The bombshell was, my watch had stopped working
Then I heard the bell but it seemed like I was the only one excited as no one else stood up or moved for that matter and I turned to the girl next to me who was goth -I was scared to death. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her but........
I decided to turn to my left and lady luck blessed me with the coolest kid in class beside me, Jason.
Here goes nothing
"Ehm, excuse me?" All I got was a slight nod..did you get that? 'slight' just a slight nod. And of course it was the perfect day to leave my phone in my locker thanks to my amazing principal
I hope you got the sarcasm there"What time is it? I mean this period should be over by now?" I spoke in a slight whisper after at least 5 minutes of psyching myself up that I couldn't slap him in class and of course he couldn't open his mouth to answer, his breathe was probably horrible
you know it isn't, my mind said
he turned his gold plated designer watch to me .....which I really couldn't interpret but I couldn't let him know, so after my two seconds confused expression I just smiled and muttered a 'thanks'.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head and smile then he turned and in an equal whisper then asked me
'So what's the time?'At this point, I had a bad feeling he was doing this on purpose and I played deaf and he did what i considered very childish. He threw his pencil to fall right in front of my desk and I just stared at the board without a care for the pencil on the cold floor. But I didn't want it to catch a cold
Sure, the pencil would catch a cold, my beautiful mind said
Then Miss Susan turned to me
"Well, Miss Evans, aren't you going to pick up that pencil?"
I had a feeling she wasn't happy with the way my supposed pencil interrupted her class.
And all eyes were on me, I swear I saw him smirk. Life just had to be mean to me, urgh. I couldn't bring myself to produce any word, funny cos it was English class so I nodded, picked the pencil and kept it right on my desk and she carried on with her lesson.There were a thousand things on my mind as to what I could do to Jason. Many of which weren't legal and the others...... Let's not go there
I was just about to return the favour of throwing him a pencil when the bell rang and I was the one not happy.Lady luck was definitely being nice today
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Random question, what's your worst class and why?
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