So, I'm trying a different approach to writing. This is my new story and I hope you like it. I'll still be writing 'Kill me, you know you want to' since its my top priority. And for all you guys and galls who haven't read my other story, read it now!! Lol, anyway, back to the story.
P.s- The teacher is not old. He's not some creepy, ninety year old man..(shivers) Eww...
Enjoy!!! <3
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Chapter 1.
"What do you think, Cheryl?" Ahhh, how I wish I could hit him with something. A tomato? Banana? Anything that is squishy and will leave a stain will do. It's just his singing! Ah, his singing is just so fricken hilariously bad. Tragic even, that it makes me want to hurl. What do all those screaming fans like about him? I swear, I would hit him if he ever came within ten meters of me. He just gets me all riled up! That stupid Justin Bieber and his stupid, terrible-
"Cheryl!" I snap my head up from my sleeping position in the desk and blink as the bright lights hit my eyes.
"Yup?" I ask, trying to act like I was totally listening to my English teacher, Mr Knox as he rambled on about some useless shit that I'll probably never use in my life. Don't get me wrong, I love English and I get all A's in it, but I still think it's a waste of time. I know how to read and write already!
"What do you think of the quote?" He asks, red eyebrows raised. Don't even get me started on his hair! Not that I don't like people with red hair, it's just his. It's so messy and untamed. I mean, Dude, if you were under the age of thirty, you might be able to pull it off. But your not! Your Fifty-Seven.
And those glasses! Tragic, just tragic. Looks like he's been wearing them since he was nine, the amount of scrapes and cracks in them!
He coughs and I shake my thoughts out of my head before glancing down at the book on the table. Luckily, Abbey is sitting next to me and she's flipped my book to the correct page with the title 'The worlds greatest quotes.'
"I think it's stupid." I say after reading over the first quote that was written by Jane Eyre.
"Excuse me?" He asks, slamming the book down on his desk and frowing at me angrily. Uh-Oh, I think I've found myself a Jane Eyre lover. Oops. But I can't change what I said, so I just charge on.
"I don't think it deserves to be number one." I explain with a sweet smile pointed his way. Abbey nudges me sharply in the ribs, telling me to shut up. But I can't, once I've opened my big mouth, I just can't shut it.
"But it's so compassionate and truthful. It comes from the heart and-" I cut him off by laughing.
"It's a lot of bull." I shrug. He doesn't seem to hear my little comment, unlike the rest of the class who gasp at me.
"Then tell me Cheryl, what quote should be number one?" He asks sceptically, his eyebrows further up on his face, almost touching the tip of his awful red hair.
"Now that it's over,
I just want to hold her,
I'd give up all the world to see her looking back at me." I quote. with a sweet smile. He frowns, probably thinking about what novel I've read it in.
"And what book quoted that?" He asks. I laugh and half the class try to stifle their laughter. Well, the ones that know what I'm talking about, unlike that skinny bitch that calls herself pretty. Uhh! How much I want to strangle her and her troupe. I would laugh all the way through-
"Cheryl?" He asks, snapping me out of another internal rant.
"Oh, right, yeah. It wasn't in a novel. It was in a song called 'Lucy' by Skillet." I answer with a brief smile. He frowns then laughs.
"Then you can hardly call it a quote." He scoffs. "Kids and their music these days," He mumbles, turning back to the board. I cough loudly and he turns back to me.
"Anything you want to add?" He asks.
"Yes! I would call it a quote. A lot of people relate to it. Everybody has a time in their life when they'll lose someone special to them, and would give everything they have up just to see them again." I tell him angrily. Abbey gulps audibly beside me, knowing that I've already been through that time in my life.
"But you can hardly call it a quote." He states stubbornly.
"Whatever, Mr Knox, I'm calling it a quote and I don't care about what you say, it's a quote in my books." I say.
"Then your book-" He does the quotation marks with his hands, "Is clearly wrong."
My chair scrapes back loudly as I stand up and growl at him.
"Fuck you and your stupid hair, Mr Knox." I state, wanting to pull at his hair and burn it all to a crisp.
That definitely gets the classes attention as they all gasp, probably wishing they were the first person to say those words. The teachers eyes widen and he takes a step towards me, his fists scrunched up into balls and his whole body shaking angrily. Hell, I can nearly see the steam coming out of his ears. That thought sends me into a fit of laughter while everybody sits and looks at me worriedly.
"Headmasters office! Now!" He yells, pointing towards the door, still shaking. I stumble past him and to the door, still shaking with shaking laughter.
Slamming the door behind me for good measure, I head confidently for the headmasters office. The headmaster has always liked me, probably always will and lets me away with murder. Well not real murder but she'd probably cover for me if I did kill somebody. She's like the big sister I've never had and always wanted.
Her assistant smiles at me as I walk past her. I don't even bother knocking on her door, I just walk in, knowing fully well that she won't mind. Her huge leather chair that she always lets me sit in when I come in is turned away from me so I just slump down on one of the other chairs in front of her desk.
"Hey, Mrs.K. Mr Knox sent me here again, hope I'm not bugging you or interrupting something. I was thinking that I can just chill here for the rest of the day? I promise I won't bug you." I say, propping my feet up on the table. I look about her office, noticing how messy it looks. Well, more messy than usual.
I turn my attention back to her chair and she still hasn't turned to face me. Strange. Maybe she's sleeping.
"Hey, Mrs. K. Waky, waky, come on. I'm bored!" I whine.
The chair finally swivels around after a few seconds of waiting and gosh it is so not Mrs. K.
I gasp and push myself further into the chair, watching as he stands up. Oh My Fricken God! He is like the reincarnation of sexy! Oh god, he is just too sexy.
He runs his fingers through his messy, I've-just-rolled-out-of-bed lush brown hair with a smirk. His exotic green eyes sparkle as he moves towards me.
"Your not Mrs.K." I state and slap myself mentally for stating the obvious to the most lush guy on earth.
He chuckles and oh my god his chuckle is just so hot!!!
"I suppose I'm not-" He says. He holds a hand out to me, expecting me to shake it. Gosh, his hands are even sexy! "I'm Zack Kershaw, Mrs. K's son and your new headmaster."
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