6th Bell
How many times have I been through high school? I think about this every day. I don't have to go if I don't want to. But I still feel the urge to interact with humans. Even when I want to slam some of their faces into a brick wall because of how ignorant they can be. This mostly applies to Lauren Kelby. She's your typical queen bee head cheerleader. Tall, tan, built, long blond hair. She's slept with every guy on the football team. I'm a "Junior" now. And since my first day here, she has made my life a living hell. I'm not alone with her enough to get into that twisted skull of hers to know what she thinks of me. Maybe she is threatened by me. Ha. I glance up at the whiteboard and see Mr. Larson scratched across it. I give all my luck to you, sir. You'll need it. I take my seat. Last row, last desk. I'm like my own island. Nobody sits near me. Lauren walks in.
"Mr. Larson, huh? Why are you teaching this class when you should've been a model?"
Lauren's flirting made me want to gag. The Newbie swallowed hard and smashed his eyebrows together. He's new, so of course she is going to take advantage of the opportunity. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder to expose her very big cleavage. Sweat started to bead on his forehead. He wasn't bad looking at all. Late 20's maybe. Dark black hair and astonishing blue eyes. She put her butt on his desk. He pulled out a pink slip and signed it. Lauren, as dumb as she was, had no clue what was going on as she gazed at him.
"You're the first office referral." Mr. Larson handed her her doom. I giggled quietly to myself. "Congratulations."
Lauren glared at me and mouthed 'lesbian' as she shoved through the students filing into the room. They replaced the last English teacher because he was so afraid of us. Everyone walked all over him. Mr. Larson was off to a really great start.
"Hello, Class. I'm Mr. Larson, your new English teacher." He said this kindly while the class talked over him. I looked around the room, and then back at him.
"I said 'Hello, Class'." He was very irritated. As his voice filled the room, the roar of the class room fell to silence. Mr. Larson is dominant.
Just what this jungle needs.
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