bad girls

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Tori

Mr. Johnson turns to the board and I get my joint material out. I roll gently the good amount of pot my friend Julian got me yesterday. It's the first time I ever smoked pot in class, but I kind of really need it. Math. I hate math, it confuses me so much. Maybe a trippy ride will make me understand it better. I carefully light up my joint and smoke up. Ah, much better. But what is written in the board still doesn't make sense. It was worth the try, though.

"What's that smell?" Kyle from the front row asks. There is a reason I always sit in the very back beside the window. Good conditioning and privacy, guess I was wrong about the good conditioning. Whatever.

Hayley, the girl beside me looks at me and jumps out of her seat and laughs. Everyone turns to me and start laughing too. I let out a laugh myself, too.

Mr. Johnson finally turns to the class and physically flinches at the sight of my joint. Woops. Didn't see that one coming.

"Ms. Martin. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I roll my eyes at him and off my source of happiness. Oh, fuck off old man. "To the principal's office. NOW."

I raise my hands in surrender, roll my eyes, pick up my stuff and head out to the principal's office. But just before I get out of the classroom, I pick up my joint and hand it to Mr. Johnson. I wink at him and he turns red like a tomato. I laugh out loud and head to whatever punishment goddamned parents and principal Yoda have for me.

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Taking my time to get to the principal's office, I get there twenty minutes after Mr. Johnson sent me to the office. Yolanda, Mr. Yoda's secretary, smiles at me. She knows me well, I come here a lot. I smile back at her and grab the door's handle.

When I enter the principal's office, he and my parents are standing there like they are about to flip. Well, they are about to flip for real. I yawn bored and take a sit besides the chair that holds my mother's Hermes bag. They take their seats and so does Yoda.

The principal's name isn't Yoda. He just looks a lot like Yoda from Star Wars. I really don't have the time to learn his name, so I just call him that.

"Mr. and Mrs. Martin, I hope you understand that what your daughter just did means definite expulsion." He is trying to control himself, but fails brutally. He's wanted to expel me for as long as I remember but can't because my parents pay him and the school off.

My parents don't speak. They have no reason to save me this time. My prodigy IQ and a new school library aren't enough this time. They can't save this one.

Romina and Andrew Martin politely thank Yoda and exit the office. I say goodbye to Yolanda and follow my parents.

"Well, it's about time. He finally grew the balls to expel me." But I sense that my parents aren't happy with me. Well, they never are. Ha. They have always saved me from any consequences from things I do because I keep the highest IQ in the whole town. They've always wanted me to go to an Ivy League, so they've always saved me.

Until now.

"Tori Virginia Martin. You are going to Knightley's Delinquent Camp all summer. There is and will never be a way to get out of this one, young lady." My mother angrily lets the words out. I gulp.

"If you don't get fixed up by the end of the summer, we will make sure you stay there until you straighten up just right to enter to Columbia."

Shit.