"I want to become a singer!" A girl shouted.
"Watch you not succeed," Someone else yelled back.
The class began to laugh.
"Niall, come up and explain what you want to be." Mr.Bomb smiled.
I looked over at Niall seeing him stand up.
Since today was valentines day, Mr.Bomb decided to call people up to explain what they want to be when they grow up.
And Niall was still not talking to me.
You screwed up.
I know.
"I want to go to the dance with my best friend but I guess she ditched me." Niall said.
"That's fucked up!" A girl shouted.
My eyes widen. He did not just do that?
"Yeah, who would even do that?" Another girl exclaimed.
Everyone muttered a 'yes' making me cower in my seat.
"I asked her first, but she made plans yesterday." Niall said.
Wow you are fucked up.
Shut up.
"We aren't telling sappy stories, Niall?" Mr.Bomb spoke.
"Right." He murmured before walking back to his seat.
"Next up? Millie!"
Shit
"Uhm? I don't want to be anything." I replied.
"Maybe cause you can't pass a simple task." Niall snorted.
'Ohhhs' boomed throughout the room. People began to whisper to each other, this made me angry.
"Well maybe you should stop complaining, just because you can't get a date to the dance," I snapped.
"If you weren't so lazy, you wouldn't have such a hard time learning." He glared at me.
Why isn't the teacher stoping this?!
Maybe cause it's really interesting?
"Well, if you weren't an ass you would understand that I'm busy." I shot him daggers.
Niall scoffed and crossed his arms. "Like you actually have a chance graduating? Huh? You're ditching me just because you have 'things to do' right?"
"I made plans with you first, and what's more important grades or your bestfriend that you promised you would go to the dance with?"
With that everyone was now glaring at me. I would say down thing back , but part of my stupid conscious told me he was right.
Yet Niall had no right to bring up my grades.
"Enough! You two," Mr.Bomb stood up.
I scoffed and turned my head back to the front of the bored.
My grades were more important than a stupid friend ship. I don't want to be living on the streets.
******
I began to mop the floor angrily. The worst part is that I'm cleaning the stupid bathrooms.
I'm at one of my jobs, and the first thing I was assigned to do is clean the Men's restroom.
This wasn't my day at all, it's valentines day and I'm here cleaning. Also at school everyone, and I mean everyone was glaring at me.
They must have heard what happen in Mr.Bomb's class.
